15 February 2017    Lafayette Wetlands Center


  • Minutes of October meeting approved
  • Secretary’s report – 16 paid members. Had 39 last year
  • Special Service award – still need picture of Rock
  • Website and FB – Nobody is interested in working on this, need to post meetings and minutes, and provide information on what we do
  • Membership – need more than 15 members, Charles to work on letter and Jay will get Ray to help send it out
  • LDWF meetings on WMAs – need to have LWA present at these:
    Feb 20 – Ponchatouloa,
    Feb. 21 – New Orleans,
    Feb. 22 – New Iberia,
    Feb. 23 – Ruston,
    Feb. 24 – Lake Charles
    Feb. 25  – Alexandria; LWF has resolutions already
  • Status of Rest areas – a major concern of LWA – also concern is Limited Access Areas
  • Limited Access Areas – Elizabet Bordelon has discussed expansion of these areas
  • Board vacancies – nobody objected to continuing their positions
  • Lafayette Outdoor Expo – July 28-30 – discussed calling contest, etc – never had any increase in membership at this event – lot of work for little benefit, therefore will pass this year
  • Catahoula Lake management discussion – still nothing on when it will be presented at Commission – mention phone call from Don Clair asking about our major concern, will not add blind fee to proposal


There have been many descriptions of duck hunters over the years and most are not flattering. So I thought I would
take a typical day from this past duck season and try and capture the true essence of a duck hunter. Hopefully, it will
help explain the joy, challenge, and rewards that a duck hunter receives each time he goes on a hunt, and at the
same time provide a little insight into why we do what we do.


It’s January 4th,


I woke up and left my warm bed at 4 a.m. Rain mixed with ice was beginning to fall, the temperature read 22 degrees
on my porch thermometer and the wind was from the South-East at around 20 mph. A typical duck hunting day,
except we seldom get easterly winds.


I started the coffee then returned to the bedroom to scrounge through my hunting clothes. My wife looked up from
the bed and gave me the same heart-warming send off she usually does, …. “you must be crazy” she muttered.


“Well, if I am, there are 7 more just like me waiting at the camp,” I replied.


She closed her eyes then rolled over, grateful for the extra room left in the bed.


I stopped out on the highway at the 24-hour gas station to fill up my pickup and refill my coffee cup. All the while the
clerk suspiciously looked over my camouflage attire and black grease paint on my face. I noticed him closely watching
me as I stepped back in my pickup to drive through total darkness and icy rain to our duck camp while constantly
watching the road and ditches for deer that apparently love to jump in front of my vehicle.


I finally reached my destination, The Mallard Inn Duck Camp. Which already held five other sleepy-eyed hunters, two
smelly Labrador retrievers, and the ever present scent of lake mud, sweat, and burned biscuits hanging in the air like
heavy pollution?


I walked in, offered a, “Good Morning”, greeting, which was answered with two grunts, a screw-you, and a
resounding belch.


“Want breakfast?” Bob asked. I said “Yes,” and he threw a rock-hard biscuit that bounced off my hands ricocheted
across the dining table and hit a drowsy hunter just below his worry lines.


“Good hands,” the biscuit thrower grumbled. “You should be a wide receiver for the Tigers.”


I retrieved the biscuit, exchanged a few more endearing terms that I would never print in a family friendly website. Sat
down at the table to enjoy another cup of coffee along with the rock-hard biscuit.


Bob got up, looked out the window and said, “Daylight will be coming soon, think it’s time to go to the blind”.


Our trek to our tethered duck boats began as we set out to provide duck-meat nourishment for our families that
costs several thousand dollars a pound after you factor in all expenses. We are all loaded up with our blind bags,
shotguns, shells, extra 6-volt and 12-volt batteries, and the ever present thermos of coffee. Dawn was just breaking
as we all started our walk down the 300 foot home-made dock that was bouncing on its barrels like a thrill ride at
SixFlags amusement park. This same walk seemed a lot easier 40 years ago.


We moved through the darkness along the icy dock which was pitching up and down in the 20 mph winds. Eager
Labrador retrievers added to the dangers of negotiating the slippery surface by constantly bumping our legs while
awaiting to load into a boat.


Under these adverse conditions you can count on each hunter being especially vigilant, constantly watching his
fellow hunter, not wanting to miss seeing someone slip, trip, fall, or slide into the cold lake. This type of face-first
plunge would have drawn hysterical laughter from all of the hunters and duck blind conversation for all our
remaining years.


Now let me make a suggestion to young hunters that still have many years of hunting with their buddies; never, and
I repeat never, do something that may be classified as stupid on a duck hunt. You will never hear the end of it!
This brings up the subject of duck blind conversations. This is a series of talks about memorable hunts, and
embarrassing moments that happened to someone else on a hunt, or in our case, the conversation might turn to the
morning that Will fell off the dock and sunk up so deep in the mud that it took 3 of us and a hoist to get him unstuck
and back onto the walk, or the morning that Kim fell off the blind while trying to kick his lab for retrieving decoys.
Anyway, back to the hunt at hand. We were all loaded into our boats and headed out to the blind.


This morning Will and I are hunting with Bob. Now let me stop right here. …. Bob has this uncanny knack or talent of being able to negotiate in total darkness, through the thickest stump field without ever hitting a stump. Yet the return trip, in broad daylight, is quite dangerous as he seems to have an uncanny knack of being able to hit every stump.


So here we go cutting through 3-ft high waves toward the blind. About half way there, I hear Bob say, “It’s too rough
to hunt the open water tank blind, let’s go hunt the woods blind.”


We all agreed that under these windy conditions it might be more productive and protected to hunt our woods blind.


“We need to swing by the tank blind and pick up a “mojo” for the woods blind.” Bob said.


Now a “mojo” is any brand of battery operated spinning-wing decoy, which we all have several that are mounted on
top of metal pipes that are driven into the lake bottom. These motorized spinners are strategically placed among our
stools of floating decoys so that their movement will attract ducks from all directions.


OK … picture this, the boat is bouncing up and down like a rubber ball as Bob skillfully maneuvers the boat up next to
a mojo mounted on top of one of these metal pipes. I reach out and grab the pipe just as the boat suddenly dips
down between swales. The pole bends, I loose my grip, and the mojo catapults off the pole out into the dark abyss.


“That’s $149 you owe me,” Bob says.


“Ain’t worth that much. That’s the one that Will shot yesterday.” I replied as we continued on to collect another


You see, during yesterday’s hunt, a duck flew in over the decoys and Will put one of his infamous F.F.T’s on it. The
duck flew past one of the mojo’s and Will put so many holes in that spinner that the wings began to whistle as they


Having finally made a successful retrieve, and with spinner at hand we head towards the woods blind.


Thanks to Bob’s skillful maneuvering through the stools of decoys to get our spinning-wing mojo, we now are
dragging a dozen decoys behind us. They have gotten wrapped around the motor, caught on the boat, and tangled in
the prop. We continue on, leaving a single-file trail of decoys in our wake.


Arriving at the woods blind, We place our spinner into position on a metal pole and climbed into the blind.


Our woods blind was built using 55-gallon drums as floatation. It is set in a productive spot with carefully laid out
stools of decoys. Earlier in the season we had skillfully arranged our decoys to imitate ducks resting and feeding in a
spot that was better than the other million spots all over the lake – or at least that’s what we were determined to
make the ducks think.


In the Blind we sat on our homemade bench with shotguns loaded and duck calls in hand as we scanned the sky and
waited for a flock of mallards to appear.


It was raining, the wind was blowing, the blind was bouncing, and ice was beginning to coat the brush and moss used
as camouflage. Our collars were turned up while we sat and sat and sat.


After sitting three hours in this uncomfortable place, Bob suggested, “Well, I guess the ducks are not coming.” so we
packed up our gear, loaded back into the boat and eased out to retrieve our recently mounted mojo.


Once again Bob artfully maneuvered the boat up next to the mojo pole, I grabbed the mojo, yanked upward to
dislodge it from the pole. It had formed a layer of ice which caused it to slip from my hands launching up into the air
and back down to the bottom of the lake.


“That’s now $258 you owe me,” Bob said, as he hit a stump with the motor.


After several near-death collisions with hidden stumps we made our way back to the dock. Once the boat was
tethered we began the heart-testing trek back up the long, now ice covered dock, each with 50 pounds of equipment
strapped over our shoulders and a disappointed Labrador retriever that was apparently still trying to trip me.


Suddenly I stepped on a extremely slippery spot, slide into Bob causing him to loose his grip on a new 12-volt battery
that plunged off the dock and to the bottom of the lake.


“You now owe me $366,” he muttered.


Now a psychiatrist might offer a reason for full-grown men willingly spending a portion of their lives like this. Healers
of our mind’s problems might find a scientific term for this behavior, they might even write a thesis for one of them
nut-case journals. A psychiatrist might even conclude: “One reason they put their bodies and minds through extreme torture and return year after year to continue this punishment is because they are crazy!”


I finally arrived back home, cold, wet, and muddy. I walked into the house and my loving wife of over 30+ years looked at me and said, “you are crazy”.


She also told me that Bob had called and she was mailing him a check for the $366 that I owe him.


It was then that she looked straight into my wind burned eyes and said. “You need to find another hunting partner,
we really can’t afford for you to hunt with Bob anymore.”


FWS/NRCS Conference Room, Lafayette – 28 October 2015

Jay Huner, 421 Hickory Hill Dr, Boyce 71481,, 318-793-5529
Bob Brothetton, 662 Fairview Point Rd, Elm Grove 71051,, 318-423-7108
Ray Doughty, 850 Linden, Shreveport 71104,, 318-393-3059
Phillip (Flip) Siragusa, 101 Felonise St, Lafayette 70507,, 337-288-2810
Marty Floyd, 2044 Bayou Rd, Cheneyville 71325,, 337-459-0445
Barney Callahan, 302 Amis St, Thibodaux 70301, barney.callahan@shell/com, (
Fred Borel, 317 W Sallier, Lake Charles 70601,
Randy Lanctot, 4125 Claycut Rd, Baton Rouge 70806,
John Delhommer, P O Box 40, ….. 70555,

5:00 pm – Unable to show Website Tutorial
6:00 pm – Meeting brought to order by Jay Huner

Approval of April 2015 Minutes – motion by Randy Lanctot, second by Marty Floyd– passed

Financial Report – statement not available [Report from Sean Pilie’ received 10/30/15: “…the funds [WRAP] were sent to David, but I don’t see where they were cashed. I also sent him a reimbursement that is not cashed. As of today we have $3,020 in our account at Capitol One and $86 in pay pal account. I usually try to leave a minimum of $50 in pay pal so they won’t close the account….”

Need to find out the status of W.R.A.P. Have we provided the $1000 donation yet? Is this a continuing program? Flip will check to see if Andy Dolan and/or Rob Smith on status and perhaps get them to give us an update.

President – vacant – Barney Callahan will take over (board approved)
Vice President – vacant
Secretary – Jay Huner
Treasurer – Sean Pilie’

President – In volunteering to be president, Barney Callahan stated that he felt the state needed an active state waterfowl organization. He asked for cooperation and assistance from all board members and the membership at large.

LWA Brochure = Barney developed a draft – we need to look at in and send in suggestions to Barney, also can use pictures. Check with website to make sure everything matches. Once completed, board members can use LWA envelopes to recruit new members. Also, of course, use e-mail.

Facebook page – We have a Louisiana Waterfowl Alliance Facebook Page. Johnny Serigny had it set up by the lady who set up the original LWA website. Need to get as many people as possible to “like” our Facebook Page and to get people to use it. This is a very interactive way to share information and promote LWA.

Twitter? – Not clear if LWA should have a Twitter account. Much silly stuff appears on Twitter accounts.

Website – Ray Doughty has done a wonderful job on the site. We need to make more use of it. We will send a notice to the members so they can check board meeting minutes. We can use a promotion like a contest with a shotgun as the prize to generate increased membership. Huner and Lanctot to do more to keep the site up to relieve Doughty.

Survey Results on Hunting Zones: 67% leave as is, 14% new zones, 11% old 2 zones, 10% no preference. Jay made it a point to explain that the manipulation of the zones by Larry Reynolds was done to accommodate Louisiana rice farmers in southwest Louisiana. Current start dates for seasons come before most of the second crop rice is harvested which means that farmers and/or land owners could not permit hunting despite the season being opened. This was a major issue for David Boudreaux. [Note: Jay spoke with rice farmers on 10-29-15 in Jennings and learned that the farmers had petitioned LDWF to open the season in their area later and wanted to include the 40,000 acres of rice south of LA 14 and immediately north of the Intracoastal Canal in a late opening situation.]

LWFC meets upcoming Thursday – Jay will send email letter to Larry expressing LWA desire to keep zones as they are.

State Guide License – other state require hunting guides to be licensed, don’t think Louisiana has this requirement. Jay to see what Sea Grant/Extension is doing (has done) about hunting guide licensing.

Louisiana Outdoor Expo 2016 – Flip will look into judges for the event (Francis was David Boudreaux’s contact). Need to check with gun dealers like G&H about acquiring a gun?

Rest Area Resolution – Charles Williams should check with LWF to look into this to see what we need to do to move the resolution forward.

Newsletter – Johnny has been doing this – need info

General Spring Meeting at Robicheaux Center Saturday April 16 – check with Johnny to see if he can assist with a meal.
Board Meeting in Feb., likely 16/17/18.
Flip brought up a situation about baiting doves in Alabama. People are being allowed to plant wheat on the ground in late August to “plant” it. This could lead to issues with other game species.
Adjourn 8:30 pm

We want your input!

Take just a few minutes of your time to fill out LWA Proposed Waterfowl Zone survey. Your input matters and we want to make sure that your opinion is heard. 


Choose Your Zone Preference:
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Release Date: 08/28/2015

Aug. 28, 2015 – The Louisiana Department of Wildlife and Fisheries will offer six public meetings in September at
locations around the state to  provide information and accept comments on a variety of waterfowl hunting topics.ldwf_sm

The intent of each meeting is to 1) solicit public input on waterfowl hunting zones and splits, 2) discuss recent changes in goose hunting regulations, 3) inform hunters about changes in the timing and process for setting waterfowl hunting season dates, and 4) hear public comments on other waterfowl-related topics.
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A person that departs from this earth never truly leaves, for they are still alive in our hearts and minds, through us, they live on.

We are all deeply saddened by David’s passing. He nor the work and dedication he put forth as a leader in the Louisiana Waterfowl Alliance will never be forgotten.

BIOGRAPHY (as per Geesy-Ferguson Funeral Home, Inc.)

A Mass of Christian Burial will be held at 2:00 p.m. Tuesday, September 8, 2015 at Saint Michael’s Catholic Church for David Wayne “Rock” Boudreaux, 63, who died at 3:55 a.m. Friday, September 4, 2015 in Crowley.

Fr. Mikel Polson, Pastor of Saint Michaels will celebrate the mass. Visitation may be observed on Tuesday from 11:30 a.m. until 1:30 p.m. Tuesday.

Rock was born October 15, 1951 in Crowley, LA to the late George C. “BooBoo” Boudreaux and June Y. “Tootsie” Boudreaux. He was a lifelong member of Saint Michaels Catholic Church. He was a member of the Sportsman League, Louisiana Wildlife Federation, Ducks Unlimited, Louisiana Softball Association and the Crowley Recreation Baseball Division. He received the 1988 National Volunteer Conservationist of the year award and was a unanimous selection to the 2015 Louisiana Softball Hall of Fame. He was respected by many and will be remembered by all.

He is survived by his wife Anna D. Boudreaux of Crowley, LA; two sons Ross William Boudreaux and Bailey Conner Boudreaux both of Crowley, LA; 4 sisters Gwendolyn A. Boudreaux, Carla M. Boudreaux, Carol L. Boudreaux and Christine B. Pousson and her husband Martin all of Baton Rouge, LA; two brothers Michael G. Boudreaux of Crowley, LA and Richard B. Boudreaux and his wife Madelene of Rayne, LA; 13 loving nieces and nephews and a great nephew.

The family request that memorial donations be made to Hospice of Acadiana.

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For the past several years the Louisiana Waterfowl Alliance has staged a duck and speckle-bellied goose calling contest on Saturday of the Sportsmens Expo held at the Cajundome in Lafayette.  This year the contest was held on 25 July.  The number of callers was down from past years, but the competition fierce, as usual.  A nice crowd of about 50 spectators were entertained by the excellent calling from enthusiastic contestants. Continue reading

Louisiana Wildlife Federation’s 76th Annual Convention

Date: August 21-22, 2015

Where: Embassy Suites Hotel in Baton Rouge

Who: LWF members and the public are invited to attend

Register by August 17 at:


–>Friday, August 21 at 7pm: BBQ Dinner and live music by Wildlife Band. MC Ben Babin will kick off the event that includes dancing, special presentations, raffles and a silent auction to raise funds for the Continue reading

The Louisiana Outdoor Expo will feature hundreds of outdoor vendors and thousands of people from across the state of Louisiana. Come see all that is new in outdoor equipment. Continue reading

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