I arrived on Grand Isle at noon on Sunday and helped settle in for the week. Nieces and grand nieces and nephews with an occasional boy friend thrown in started to arrive. We all traded hugs and caught up with the news from each other. Then we got down to the serious business of eating and drinking.
Before dawn on Monday my sister, aka the Crab Queen, got me up to hit the beach like it was D-Day. Of course our landing craft was a golf cart loaded with all of the equipment we needed to attack an animal that is maybe three inches high on a good day.
I also was introduced to cast netting. I caught two crabs and one shrimp. I had the shrimp for dinner. I also caught about fifty mullets but they all went back in.
On Tuesday we all had to participate in the Grand Isle Olympics. Just think of it as games for drunk spastics. After opening ceremonies we had about twenty events with most of them ending in a tie and an argument. The last one was the Sasquatch race pictured below.