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Nanook's Campfire Tales |
Hey, it's been a gorgeous day on the river, we've come this far safe, sound
and happy once again. Biff, that old pyromaniac, has got a roaring fire ablaze.
Let's everybody get fixed up with a nice cool drink, and draw near for some of
those tall tales we all like to spin around the campfire.
- Okay, Sue, that was good, but I still want to hear about the time you
almost partied with the Maple Grove gang up
by Little Louie on the Miramichi.

Running the Rapids, North Sevogle River
- Even the Miramichi runs out of rapids. It's a long flat haul, but there are ways to beat the boredom down to
Boiestown.
- Biff, you're sitting there humming "Islands in the Stream".
Sounds to me there's a tale there somewhere...

Scooter and I tell tales by the fire
on the East Penobscot, Maine
- Carm, every time someone mentions the Tobique, you start to shiver. Why is
that? Tell us a tale
when your teeth stop chattering...
- Meathead may be gone, but I still lick my lips when I remember his Cains River
chili.
- Tracy, you've been paddling a long time, but you still love to tell about
your first paddling trip on the Magaguadavic…
- Tracy, his wife,
and their new baby visit beavers and a whitetail deer on Lyons Stream.
- The Nepisiguit River is deep and wide, perfect for a game of Ramming Speed.

Biff and Nanook at the junction of the Don and the Dee, Tobique River.
- Booty One
man's tragic loss is another man's treasure.
- Poling upstream
is the essence of expedition canoeing, and for Scooter, it is a way ... in the
spiritual sense.
- Dino runs the St.
Croix in high water, and everybody gets wet. Hey, where's our car with all
the dry gear?
- This is a sad
story about an innocent young maiden in rural New Brunswick who was
traumatized, perhaps forever, by a group of canoeists.
- Mitchell, you and Alicia went for a trip on the upper Nashwaak after several days of heavy rain. How did you make out?
- Sometimes the actions of your paddling buddies put you in a dangerous spot. Here's a tale of getting caught in a sweeper.
- My bro Laurie is a master sailor and veteran canoeist. He still grieves for his prized rope that got slashed on the Nashwaak.
If you, gentle surfer, have a tale to tell, come on in to the campfire. We'll
listen.