"Have I Had That Much to Drink?"

Here’s a nice yarn about the heritage of brook trout fishing in Maine and a dandy joke played on a fishing partner. “Each late April, when black flies started swarming and alder leaves reached the size of a mouse ear, folks such as Kimball Wilcox, Elrick Grotton and Lawrence French knew exactly where to find these woodland char.” Ken Allen on MaineToday.com.

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