When I was a lad summering at our cabin in Maine there were three original landowners that initially had owned all of the land surrounding the pond. They divided the pond in thirds and each built a camp on their third. When we got there in 1964, several lots had been sold off over the years and there were maybe a dozen camps all together.
The three originals became my mentors and took me fishing, water skiing and occasionally we would row around the pond shooting water snakes.
The three originals would get together every so often at one camp or another and BS and sample a wee bit of the devils liquid. One night Mr. James stayed a little too late and Mrs. James took all of his fishing gear and guns and threw them off the end of the dock. She even made sure that his tackle box was open.
That was a lesson that I learned and never forgot.
