Watt Key
The White Car
it wasn’t until we were standing in a dark, rutted-out, dirt parking lot at the edge of the Tensaw River that...
Out of the Gloam – Part II
I knew I was in trouble long before I would admit it to myself or anyone else in the boat. I’d taken my...
Out of the Gloam
Although the Tensaw Delta appears as one piece on a map, the northern (upper) and southern (lower) regions are very different. The...
Neighbors
Since it’s always a good idea to stay on friendly terms with swamp neighbors, I don’t waste time introducing myself. By...
The Chuckfee Revival
I spent the month before reinforcing the mudsills under the camp and nailing up extra floor joists. Then, I called my insurance...
Random Proud
It may have been the worst looking vessel I’d ever seen: a blue-hulled houseboat about 40 feet long, tied to a plank...
Swamp Writer: The Landing
Pie owns the landing where I launch my boat. Her office is an old abandoned nightclub on the riverbank. From here, she...
Catching Alligators
I learned about catching alligators from my neighbor, Butch Dobson. His camp looks like a mobile home jacked up onto pilings, ...
Swamp Writer: The Trailer Park
There is a place deep in the fetid Delta backwater that we call the Trailer Park. While camp Whiskey Breath is the most...
Swamp Writer: Delta Heckler
As I recall, a friend of my brother Reid’s says he has a pontoon boat that sunk in Lake Martin. All he...