Friday, April 3, 2026
The Clinton, Cant, Hicks, and Wilson fishing expedition on the headwaters of the Gaspereau resulted only in a hole through the bottom of one of the canoes, but we had a marvellous time cooking bacon, but no fish, in the rain and downing 84 beers. I commented on an owl hooting in the distance. Kevin said that would be some owl. It probably weighed about six hundred pounds and had a black fur coat. It is the memories of such marvellous friendships and good times that sustain us as we live out our lives. God be with ye, Kevin.
