Posted by: noadventure | August 8, 2009

Cat Island(by powerboat)

The sea was pretty calm on the coast, so on a whim, we decided to go the 9 miles or so off shore to Cat Island.  The island is named for raccoons which early explorers mistook for cats. It was called Isle-aux-Chats and Isola de Gati in French and Italian, respectively. History aside, it’s a short shot from Pass Christian and we were feeling lucky enough to take on the open sea. With Dave at the helm, a monster tube in the stern, and some other dudes on deck, we set sail.


Pearce brought his trademark red scarf. Whenever he sports neck-ware, I can feel a subtle condescending superiority vibe he gives off. What an asshole.


Not to be outdone, Bob countered with some stylish mirrored aviators to showcase his rugged Jewish determination.

bob on deck

Success! After a short kidney-rattling 20 minutes across the open ocean – the island is in sight. Hopefully, we will not urinate blood later in the day.

island insight

We had to anchor the boat far away from shore and swim to the island(in case the tide went out and left the boat hung up on a sand bar for hours until high-tide). Jeez the boat is far away.


The island is very private and desolate. We were here on a Monday and didn’t see any other boats. We only really explored the westernmost tip, but I’ve heard the southern beach is packed on the weekends with boats, music, and wayward collegiate breasts. As you can see, the water is an clear emerald color and might provide some decent snorkeling in the best conditions.


We were but 4 dudes on an uninhabited island exploring the lush grasslands and pines.


I’ve never seen a live one in the wild, but Mississippi barrier islands are covered with dead horseshoe crabs.


There are plenty of huge birds of prey on the island like eagles and ospreys, along with gators and mammals in the interior swampy forest. One live critter we came in contact with was this brave needlefish.


He kept darting at my ankles and doing other bold confrontational behavior. Maybe this “acting out” was his way of attempting to gain our companionship, but we’ll never know for sure.


On our swim/wade/drudge back to the boat, I had to rescue the anchor from the sandy depths.


After rocketing back to the coast and almost running out of gas, we decided to try out the mega tube. Nobody suffered anything more than a slight concussion.


To cap off the day, we jumped off stuff.


The End.



  1. I want what you guys have.

  2. So do I. I almost always end up posting your nature-related posts on Facebook. I hope I get to do some of this stuff next time I’m down there.

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