SunRae writes: David has told me he has many stories and adventures to tell about him and his dad. Lets hope he sends more soon, as this one is great.
Up at Beaver Flowage
by:David Macleod
AKA: Riverman
MY DAD AND I WERE FISHING A BEAVER FLOWAGE UP HERE IN NORTHERN MAINE. HE DECIDED TO TAKE A BREAK, SO HE SAT DOWN ON A LOG AND WAS SMOKING HIS PIPE. AS IM ALWAYS PLAYING TRICKS ON HIM, HE FELT WATER DRIPPING ON HIS HEAD FROM THE BUSHES BEHIND HIM, AND THOUGHT I WAS PLAYING ANOTHER TRICK ON HIM. I HEARD HIM SAY "WILL YOU STOP THAT "? I SAID "WHAT"? IT WAS THEN HE SAW THAT I WAS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FLOWAGE. HE LOOKED UP AND A BULL MOOSE THAT WAS FEEDING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BUSHES LOOKED OUT OVER THE TREE AND WAS DRIPPING WATER ON HIS HEAD. I THINK THE PIPE TOBACCO MUST HAVE SMELLED PRETTY GOOD TO THE MOOSE, BUT I DON"T THINK MY DAD"S BRITCHES WERE SMELLING TO GOOD. I STILL LAUGH WHEN I THINK OF THE LOOK ON HIS FACE.
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