Holler.
The musings of a loud, foul mouthed yet incredibly charming Diva. You'll find discussions of food, wine, pop culture, beauty products and my charming boyfriend/husband with a super-sized side of sass.
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Mile 1615. Whiskey Bay off the Atchafalaya River Basin. I grew up fishing, riding 3-wheelers and drinking beer at a very, very young age there. My dad, his dad and all of his brothers hunted there. We had a big camp that slept something like 20 people there and we’d spend weekends and holidays there in the Spring and summer. We had chickens, duck, geese, quail, turkeys and peacocks there. I loved that place.
