Here we are returned safely to Macks tavern. The locals now recognize
us as it has become our rest stop.
We explained how we made it back to our boat before the moose could
get wind that we were invading his territory. They had a great laugh on
us as they explained we had landed on a large dairy farm, and the large
hoof prints were bovine in origin. Oh well. They think we are crazy because
we fish for carp anyway. Actually, that is how they remember us. The mayor
of the town who also owns the state liquor store extends the key to the
city. He says he encourages the carpers who have come into the area, many
of them British carpers from "Only in America" who camp close by. There
is only one bar in this town not counting the American Legion club which
is members only.
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