A Brighter View Astern Than Over the Bow
By KIM SEVERSON
Chalmette, La.
IT’S early morning on a marshy stretch of water that runs east from New Orleans to the Gulf of Mexico. Ray Brandhurst, who has known nothing but the Louisiana shrimping life, is three cans of iced tea and a dozen Kools into his day.
On the rear deck of the 50-foot shrimp boat he built by hand – a boat that Hurricane Katrina sent halfway to the bottom of Bayou Bienvenue – Mr. Brandhurst jerks a line securing a green mesh net.
All at once a thousand pounds of wild white shrimp, each about the length of a ball point pen and kicking for its life, pours onto the deck and buries his stubby white shrimper boots.
“We’re having our Bubba Gump moment, all right,” says Mr. Brandhurst, who can’t resist quoting from the movie “Forrest Gump.” (more…)