Thursday, June 3, 2010

Gone fishin'

Be back Sunday with a feed of trout.

“The Indians say that when Manitou, the Great Spirit, was making the Continent of the New World, he found that he had much material left over in the shape of rocks, swamps, and useless trees. So he formed a big rubbish heap by casting it all into the sea to the north-east, and called it Wee-soc-Kadao. Several years after, Cabot discovered and claimed the island for Great Britain, when it was called Newfoundland.”
Newfoundland and its Untrodden Ways, 1907.
“The morning had been dull, the afternoon was overcast, and there was a drizzle of rain in the air. The broad, swift river tumbled over a ledge a quarter-mile upstream, raced down the rapids, and flowed smooth and sleep, and strong about my things as I stood braced against its pressure here.”
— From the essay Fishing in Newfoundland, The Book of Newfoundland (Volume One), 1937.
It's spring on the island
The ice is in the bay
And the weather getting warmer now
Soon be drifting away
The boys are out troutin'
Or they're going on a tear
It's spring on the island
I wish I was there
— Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers.

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