Kendall, have you ever heard the song about how Moosehead Lake came to be? I once heard an old guy sing it up in The County. I always meant to go back and get it from him but my dad told me recently that he has died.

The story goes that there was a feller making liquor out in the back woods. He heard the revenue men were looking for him so he kept moving his still deeper in to the woods.

Well, the stuff he was making was pretty strong. It was so strong that elderly maiden aunts went looking for a man if they happened to walk down wind of the still. It was so strong that it would take the paint off the side of the Bangor & Aroostook locomatives. It was so strong that lumberjacks had been known to get drunk on only one bottle of the stuff.

Anyway, he lit out just ahead of the revenue officers with a wagon load of his liquor and the still. No one knows for sure what happened but there was a most tremendous roar and wind. When the dust settled they found the biggest crater anyone had ever seen. It was already filling with water and they knew it would make a hell of a lake.

They figure he got his wagon hung up and rolled it over. When those bottles broke the explosion had pretty much created the biggest lake in Maine.