Marsh Madness

摘要

"Look at that swamp rat," my guide, Danny Wray, called out. "He knows just what to do."rnCaptain Wray, a longtime Louisiana fishing guide, had dropped anchor a few feet from where I-the swamp rat in question-stood wobbling on a plastic kayak made for sitting. The mid-morning sun shone through a hazy sky. The breeze bore the sweet, sulfuric scent of decay. I stood and paddled cautiously, my fly rod at the ready, waiting for a chance to make the perfect cast.rnA milky maze of waterways crisscrossed thousands of acres of emerald marsh grass. A heron croaked.