The last canoe I was in was the MV Caribou from North Syney, NS to Port-aux-Basques, NF. 1500 passenger, Ro-Ro, 400 auto, bulbous bow, 28,000 British Horsepower, Ice Breaker Class Ferry (as far as Ferry's go). Hell of a grand band playing in the pub on deck five. Pretty shitty fly fishing though. But, much more comfortable.

As soon as I get use to canoing on the Salmon River in Kent county, N.B., where I just bought a camp last week, I'll come to where your at if you'll come to where I'm to. I named it "Blackwater Camp" after the fact that it's on about eight miles or more of black water, that my last name is Owens, that I AM Clan Owens' wild banshee here, and that Holy Mary doth pitty me. (I know about the s', but I know about the other spelling mistakes as well (it's really Eoghan). See "The Castle of Dramore" or "October Winds" in the Digitrad).

BTW, I grin at the line in the song... "Take heed young eaglet til thy wings are feathered fit to soar"... Canehdian translation : "Don't fuck with the eagles til you learn to fly."