She became famous the day B.B. King named his guitar after her.

Many years ago B.B. King fished with me. It was a special trip for both of us. We caught many fish that day. But the one that got away, Mr. King named Lucille. He was very fond of Lucille and the same day he went home he named his trusty guitar after her. To this very day B.B. shares his heart with two Lucille's.

Years past, and Quinton Dickerson and the world renown, Coach Wally Bumpas, the Honorary Cajun, booked a trip. Everyone was filled with excitement as we departed the dock early. Cruising through the lush march, we watched in awe as the sun began its early morning assent. While underway to the fishing grounds, I mentioned that today we would find Lucille. I could feel it in my bones. I told them about her fame, but I think they thought I was joking and mentally unstable. Most people think I'm shallow minded.

It was a glorious day. The marsh grasses were beautifully lit by the bright morning sun light. There were as many hues of gold as any artist could imagine. The sky was baby blue and the clouds were scarce. Both men boated fish after fish.

Later in the afternoon we motored into Redfish Bay. Several days earlier, I discovered this spot while fishing with Ed Garner. It had produced 14 fish for Ed and we were hoping to get in on some similar action. The fishing was steady as we poled quietly through the area.

And then it happened…

Our lives were forever changed. Off the front of the boat and to the right side I spotted her. The years had been kind to Lucille, but I recognized her instantly. "There she is, 1:30 moving towards us." Quinton eyes locked on her. He made the cast and as the fly hit the water near Lucille a small fish, probably around 12 pounds swam up to steal the fly from her. I shouted, "pull the fly out of the water, the little one wants to eat it". Without hesitation Quinton lifted the fly from the water and skillfully placed it back. There sat the fly, right in front of Lucille. Before eating the fly, that beauty looked up at me and winked. I knew then that she remembered me. Quinton set the hook and she pulled us around that pond for some time. While the fight was in progress Quinton confessed that his knees were shaking and to be sure, both Wally and myself could feel the pounding of our hearts. I prayed, "dear Lord, please let my knots hold". I tied the leader and the continual stress on it was reason for concern.

She finally came to the boat and remained with us long enough to pose for photographs. She was released to live her life in the Gulf. It was an experience that some never know. But to be sure, those that have known it, never forget.

B.B. sang the song, "The thrill is gone". But the memories will be relived over and over again for as long as the three of us are around to tell the tale.

Thanks Lucille, and thank you God for a special time that all the money in the world could never purchase.

PS:  I sent B.B. the pictures and told him that Lucille was doing well. He said the pictures would be hung in a prominent place on the wall that displays his Gold Records.

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