The Duck Stops Here

VENICE, La. — The Louisiana Marsh comes with a reputation — coon asses and Zydeco mixed together in its own special gumbo.

But it's the lush green and golden expanses of marsh grass and cane surrounded by tons of water that draws so many sportsmen to this paradise for hunting and fishing. Or at least that is what we may think.

Out of sight, out of mind applies well in this case. As the Duck Trek kicked off its final stop at the end of the Mississippi River Flyway, the lush green and golden expanses of flora were surrounded by the black and gray of mud and muck.

The full moon, combined with steady north winds for several days, had created an abnormally low...