Captain Markham will put you on a good bite!
If you can’t fish with me, then you most definitely should fish with Captain Markham Dickson of Salty Dog Charters. Me and him fish alongside each other and will work as a team to help put you on the fish! His charter is nearly identical to mine in that he believes in putting the customer on a great fishing experience. He is very accommodating and an amiable person. I cannot say enough good things about him and his ability to put customers on a great time!
His website is www.SaltyDogChartersLLC.com
Check out some of his pictures!
The Man, The Myth, The Legend: Captain Markham Dickson
Captain Markham also does charity events, where he uses fish donated by his customers to make poboys. He donates these to the needy.
Captain Markham making poboys for charity.
I see this so often and I admit that it’s a pet peeve of mine.
So don’t forget! You can buy a new one online at the LDWF website.
What has made me a better fisherman?
I think it’s the small things, the details. I can pull up to a great trout bite and put ten more trout in the boat than someone else. I can fish a slow trout bite and have just as many more hit the ice. What are some of these things that I do? Read on and see.
These winds we have been having are unusual for June…
On this day nine years ago, I set foot on those yellow footprints at Parris Island. Nine years later, I still don’t regret it and never will. It’s the best thing I ever did for myself. It’s the best education I ever received and most certainly the best experience I have ever had. It only set me up for success for the rest of my life.
I believe that to everything there is a bigger picture. One of those bigger pictures would be the historical context of the area I fish in. Down every square inch of bayou there is more than hopes of speckled trout and redfish. There are histories of people that have since come and gone. Their struggles, their victories, their hopes and aspirations still manifest in my imagination every time I hurdle through the marsh.
One that always piques my interest is Bayou St. Malo. See, America used to be a
- Looking down Bayou St Malo
very different place. Fishing communities were more at large, and people didn’t live in the comfortable microcosms that they do today. People lived out in the marsh, and one of those places used to be the village of St. Malo. Bayou St. Malo is named after this small town. Situated on the shore of Lake Borgne near it’s namesake bayou, this hamlet used to be populated by Filipinos as early as the late 1700s. It was largely kept secret from mainstream society until a journalist visited in 1883. Today, all the remains is a high ridge of land and a shell pile
But where did St. Malo get it’s name? This was a topic of discussion, but the best reference I have found explains that it was named after a runaway slave. In 1784, a slave by the name of Jean Saint Malo escaped Spanish slave traders and fled to the marshes outside New Orleans, where he started a guerrilla resistance. He was eventually captured and hung.
Illustration first published in Harper's Weekly, March 31, 1883.
A man after my own heart, freedom-loving and willing to fight for it. I admire Jean Saint Malo for this. Everytime I roll down Bayou St. Malo, I think of him ambushing Spaniards from the tactical advantage of the ridge line there. I wonder just how he lived and how different the marsh was then.
It’s something that adds to the magical aspect of fishing Louisiana’s estuaries. Read more about Bayou St. Malo, Jean Saint Malo and the Filipinos that lived there at this Wikipedia link