I got her said Frank and went over to the next dock to receive her bowline when she came in. Everyone was friendly as hell but there were just too many people milling around and I didn’t catch half their names as Sherry started performing the tricky maneuvers I required of her to come into her slip.
I heard a Cajun accent next to me and felt a hand on my back as an old swamper with a craggy deep suntanned face said “That’s a fine looking pirogue you using for a meat wagon, I am Boudreaux” he said shaking hands beside me but not taking his eyes off the sailboat as Sherry cranked in the centerboard some. He pronounced his name BOOD-Row.
“Whee! Too much little lady, you can leave her down a might, you got pretty good portage here” He hollered to her about deafening me with that rebel yell o
