This is what it is about. Nothing but smiles. I had the pleasure to be apart of taking a group of kids to Texas the week after Christmas. Just look at the SMILES, it gets no better. thanks BV
Thanks to a good friend in south Texas, This little man (Peyton) got it done. Nice 9 point at the BV
spent the day sunday in the gulf with two of my best friends (boyd and my son Peyton).At seven years old Peyton is really catching on. Trout Masters better watch out he is on his way to being pretty good.
The child was quiet now.
The woman held him close under the hot Louisiana sun. But the heat of the sun on this day was no match for the cold that gripped her heart.
In the distance she could hear the sound of a boat motor. It was the sound of her rescue from the levee on which she sat holding her grandson. But it was also the sound of her deliverance to a life of unspeakable grief and heartbreak.
Because somewhere beneath the now still water of the river she once loved was her husband. Across the water floated the boat in which they had been riding only moments ago.
On its floor were the lifejackets that would have saved his life.
It was a day that started with great promise for Rocky and Drena Ourso. On most days the couple spent hours with their grandson Peyton. Even so they had never kept him overnight, so this was going to be a first. Peytons parents had left a few days earlier on a cruise and 18 month old Peyton would be staying with them that night. Rocky was on top of the world and loving it.
At age 52, Milton R Rocky Ourso was the oldest of seven siblings and head of the family farming operation he owned with his three brothers. Their father, Milton, Sr., had retired in 1982 and sold the farm to his four sons. Over the years the Ourso brothers grew the operation to well over 5,000 acres, producing sugarcane, soybeans and crawfish. Rocky was serving his fourth term as an Iberville Parish Councilman. He was a workaholic, but one who loved what he did.
Rocky Ourso was a busy man, but he was a busy man who loved people. Drena worked side by side with him in their business and laughed that Rocky would talk the ears off a tractor if there was no one else around for him to talk to. He worked hard, he laughed hard and he loved his life and family.
When Peyton was born in 2004 Rocky and Drenas life changed. He was their first grandchild and after many years of a life consumed by managing the business, the couple made plans to start spending more time relaxing with their grandson. They bought a camp and boat and spent a lot of time on the water. Peyton loved to ride in the boat with Rocky and Drena.
That morning little Peyton Rock Dardenne was a fixture at Rockys side as he went about his business. A chance meeting led to lunch with two other farmers and their sons. Drena recalls thinking that Rocky and Peyton were playing so loudly they would have been asked to leave if they had been somewhere other than the local Popeyes. After lunch, Peyton went down for a nap and Rocky went back to work.
Around four oclock that afternoon Rocky, Drena and Peyton left the shop and headed for Grand River to check their crab traps. It was a clear hot June day and crabs were plentiful. They stopped for snacks then launched the boat as usual. Drena parked the truck and trailer while Rocky readied the boat and put Peyton in his life jacket. As they prepared to leave the dock it dawned on Drena that she had forgotten Peytons sunscreen. Rocky told her not to worry they would only be gone a few minutes. As they headed down the river Drena Ourso looked away from her husband to shift her grandsons position and adjust his hat.
Suddenly she was underwater, disoriented, struggling to right herself. Peyton was no longer in her arms and she had no memory of him being ripped from her grasp. All she could remember was a horrible blow to her chest, and finding herself underwater.
She managed to surface and saw her grandson only five feet away, screaming and, thankfully, floating. As she reached him she saw the boat circling farther away out of reach. She saw Rocky between her and the bank only twenty feet away.
She swam toward her husband telling him to swim. The levee was so close, easily within reach. But something was wrong. He wouldnt turn to the bank. He wouldnt swim. She reached him, but as she did so they both went under.
He pushed her away.
She screamed at him to swim. She screamed for help. She heard Peytons cries of terror and pushed him toward the bank
She looked back and saw her husband disappear.
Drena Ourso doesnt know what their boat hit that caused them to be thrown into the waters of the Grand River. She doesnt know what prevented her husband from being able to swim to the safety of the levee. She is painfully aware, however, of the lifejackets they chose not to wear. The ones that would have saved her husbands life.
She knows all too clearly what she wants us to know. Always wear a lifejacket. Always use a kill switch. If you dont, the life you lose can never be replaced. And those left behind will never be the same.
Not bad for a 7 year old first trout trip = first cast = first trout. As you can see he was nothing but smiles.