Never heard that one Naemanson.
Traditionally, the tall tale is a product of the inland Mainer. On the coast, the stories are short, pithy and very dry.
Example. my Uncle Curt told me when I was a boy, that he was picking raspberries, and a bear started chasing him. They ran for miles, the bear couldn't catch Curt, and Curt couldn't out distance the bear. Finally, he says, the only way he could get away from that bear was, to run across Bog Lake. The ice was just thick enough to hold him, but, the bear was too heavy and fell through. Did you notice the point where a truth became fiction?
I said "Now Uncle, you said you were picking raspberries, that had to be in mid summer, then you ran across the ice. How can that be? I'm not as stupid as I look."
He says "You're right, you're not as stupid as you look. I just didnt tell you that that bear chased me from July to Christmas." As an example of the dry kind, former Senator, Sec. of State, Ed Muskie told me one that has gotten around pretty well. A Texan was visiting a Maine farmer. He asked "How many acres do you farm? Mainer says "300 acres." Texan says "That all? why,on my spread back home, I can get into my car and it takes me all day to get from one boundry line to the other." Mainer says "Yup, I know how that is...had a car like that once myself."