Outdoors Louisiana Style
Scientific and other Worldly Phenomena
THE UFO UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT ENIGMA
First of a Series
By Guy Ralph McDonald
Most of you who scan this site know I am primarily an outdoor and conservation writer, mostly about the natural world. This series, however, it totally different and a long time coming because of its uncertainty and believability. In the past two years 2012-13, the subject of "Are we alone in this Universe" has now been answered.
No, President Obama nor any head of state has officially announced that UFOs are real and we are not alone in this universe. Nor has anyone come forth with absolute, tangible proof, a smoking gun. But this writer started investigating the phenomenon in 1947 after the July 3rd 1947 crash in Roswell, New Mexico. I was so interested in the subject matter that I wrote two novels on the subject, published nationally in 1996: The Artifacts and Prescription for Genocide, The B12-A Syndrome. The characters are fictional, though the novels are based on fact from my personal research. My unique background in the Military and actual physical experience about the subject matter made the books popular. They are available on this site and will be downloadable for $8.95 each upon request. Future updates on the subject will be available as more information is released. The purchaser will not be charged for updates.
Alligator Hunting in Lafitte, LA:
The Real Story
By Jamie McDonald
Television programs focusing on the allure of Southern Louisiana have created quite an explosion. Fishing, hunting, cooking and all things Louisiana, particularly the adventure of alligator hunting has reached an all new popularity. An alligator adventure was about to become my own reality. Growing up in the New Orleans area has exposed me to these monsters of the bayou. Living off the land and all things Cajun were going through my mind as I imagined a boat full of gators, each of them having their 81 giant teeth all snapping in unison.
The night before my big alligator hunt was reflection time, as sleep escaped me. There he was, Blondie the Gator Hunter, in his element, his head inches from the gaping jaws of an alligator, doing exactly what he loved, with precision and skills learned through his lifetime. And so it was that I was invited to a recent meeting with Chris Winter, Sr., at his home in Lafitte, LA. I felt a special kinship with him as he spoke of the many things that he learned from his father, reminiscing about the important days in his past.
WHERE THE REDS ARE
You just have to know how and where to find them!
By Guy McDonald
All good camp owners know that there’s always something to be done, whether it’s a new hinge on a screen door, a loose piece of tin on the roof that has to be secured or simply sprucing up that little piece of sportsman’s paradise. Work before pleasure is a philosophy to live by.
It was mid-summer, one of those windless, swelteringly humid days so typical at this time of year. Some friends and I were at my good friend Eddie Barrilleaux’s camp near Bay Round southeast of Lafitte on the day prior to the opening of the white shrimp season. Eddie looked at me and smiled. “I’ll take care of the camp chores. You go out and catch supper. What do you think it’ll be?” “Why, redfish, of course.” I quickly countered. Naturally, I didn’t hesitate. The tide had just begun to fall and dusk was only two hours away. I had to act quickly if I was to make good on my promise of fresh reds.