Bayou critter

Usage examples of crawfish.

I wanted to drive deep into the Atchafalaya Swamp, past the confines of reason, into the past, into a world of lost dialects, gator hunters, busthead whiskey, moss harvesters, Jax beer, trotline runners, moonshiners, muskrat trappers, cockfights, bloodred boudin, a jigger of Jim Beam lowered into a frosted schooner of draft, outlaw shrimpers, dirty rice black from the pot, hogmeat cooked in rum, Pearl and Regal and Grand Prize and Lone Star iced down in washtubs, crawfish boiled with cob corn and artichokes, all of it on the tree-flooded, alluvial rim of the world, where the tides and the course of the sun were the only measures of time.

Manhattanand Sylvie opted for crawfish etouffee with warm French bread.

And now de whole world was eatin Louisiana cookin, Blackened Redfish, Red Snapper, Crawfish etouffee, all dat stuff in dem bays yeah.

He wants some gumbo and jambalaya, blackened catfish and crawfish etouffee, or maybe just a bowl of cool sweet cherries taken from the chiller.

Naturally, he had brought salt and sugar to New Orleans and had returned with French stockings, soaps and perfumes, crawfish, spices, and news.

When Augie brought three steaming mugs of coffee, Albury arranged the crawfish remnants into a makeshift map on the hatch cover.

The drunk between them crawfished away from the bar with his free drink as Longarm smiled thoughtfully down the mahogany and asked if anyone was speaking to him under the impression his handle might be Julesburg.

There were also piles and piles of mass produced bric-a-brac for the tourist trade: overpriced feathered masks, plastic krewe doubloons from Mardi Gras past, rubber crawfish keyrings, suitably primitive-looking voodoo dolls that came with pins included.

Phosphorescent plankton scattered in bright green shreds as he stroked up the creek toward the hijacked crawfish boat.

But I figure you and me gonna pull us some fat fucking crawfish out of the Cobia Hole this morning, and I'll be fixed just fine.

As he crawfished back under the blackjacks, Minerva protested, "I couldn't repel a charge with this toy if I knew how to use it!

The run-boat was loading live crawfish and conches and a deck load of conch shells and empty gasoline and Diesel oil drums and the islanders stood in line in the heavy wind waiting their turn in the cabin.

The first catches had been good, but in twenty-five years, man and boy, of crawfishing, Albury had seen more than one bonanza dry up overnight.

Spector felt bad about crawfishing, but really didn't want to go back to the Marriott.

You may have taken the simple truth as crawfishing, but let's get one thing straight.