Driving east from Lake Charles down rural route 14 through coastal Louisiana, past fields of rice and soybeans, sugarcane growing alongside the road like weeds, it rained here and there, but the heaviest clouds loomed in front of us.
When we arrived in Gueydan, it looked like this.
When the rain subsided, we found the festival. Like the town, it’s a small affair, yet plenty of food, the usual southern Louisiana cuisine; crawfish balls, red beans and rice, pulled pork poboys.
We saw duck calls.
Camo was everywhere; on everyone, everything, and for sale. One young boy donned a camo shirt, camo shorts, camo shoes, and a camo cap. I wanted to take his photo, but I feared his mom would think I’m a creeper.
There was skeet shooting.
A Cajun band, naturally.
A typical carnival midway.
And because it’s a DUCK festival . . .