Goodonya, Beer. A river, eh? I've always wanted to live on a river, but the blackfly attacks in spring on local rivers are pretty daunting. I've canoed (okay, mostly drifted) half a dozen times down the Musquodoboit River in late May,and if yer one day off on fly-timing, they will go lookin' and only find your picked bones.

But I'd be thrilled to see a blackfly chewing on my arm about now...