I used to work down in lower Plaquemines Parish in the summers in college. There was a golf course in Port Sulphur that was pretty crappy, but I could play in the middle of the day and nobody else would be out there. It was 95 degrees but that wasn't too bad - the place was crawling with deer flies. You could swat them away but when you lined up to take a shot, there would be a moment when you were focused and then taking your swing. And that's when they would bite your calves.