Captain John's Fronds for Feathers~The Oil Spill

Morning Ya'll (Sunday 7:38am)
Friday I loaded up the green house, and sold them on the side of the road, for rescue money. I had, had enough. Netted a good little stash, the bumpkin was only a little mad about her flowers, and now I can do what I can do.

Alot of you have asked me about the locations of the islands that you hear about, not far 6-8 miles out and complelty indundated for the most part. This is where the birds are. We even have one less than mile out, called Deer Island, actually split in two by Katrina, so it's technically Deer Islands now. We pull the boats up here, a redneck yacht club, and shoot the breeze, literally a nice cool breezy place to take a break, you with me?
Click on the map to go to the bigger version. Remember, we live in Ocean Springs.


South (bottom) and to the East (right) you can take in this sight. 2 really big sink holes on either end of this island, will score you the big ones fishermen, man do I miss those days. Never thought for a moment, it would be snatched away by so much carelessness.

The picture above, seems like so long ago. This is Horn Island

Go ahead and hit play ya'll. Perfect song for this post. An oldie and a real goodie.


The Bumpkin says that I should warn some of you that this post contains graphic images. I say, naw not my readers, we keep it real, face the truth head on, and stare it straight in the eye. Keep going, I'll warn you before it's time, and I'll let you know when to stick your head in the oily sand.


It's still hard for us to believe that this was allowed to happen. I have sailed these waters for years. I can not believe this has happened to us, and our ocean.

37% of The Gulf of Mexico is closed. 37% of the ocean ya'll.

A boat wake through the oil.




By now you have probably heard about my birds, PETA is using words like criminal prosecution, and animal abuse, you know we have been wondering where they were for weeks. Little too late in my opinion, and don't think I haven't voiced my displeasure.

















How many times have we've talked about Talkers and Doers? I got the talking part done now, and I'm outta here. Another long day, she'll keep things going at home, washing, cooking, making it as easy for me as she can. My buddy Evan and I, are tag teaming today, yep, everybody I know is pitching in some how. Sometimes, a quick shower and a clean suit of clothes, is just what you need. I'll do what I can. What I can do, is better than nothing, right?
Give me so love in the comments column, ya'll. It gives me more strength, than you could ever know. When I'm out there, I hear the words in my head that the Bumpkin reads to me each week, from each of you. I feel like you are standing on the shores rooting me on. Tell me, what would ya' say?
It's hot out there ya'll, gotta get moving.
Semper Fi,
Captain John