I hadn’t told stories in the neighboring town of Strafford since 2006, so the natives had a lot of stories stored up, when I visited this spring, among them this one from Bill -- who said he’d told it to me before (presumably in 2006), but I’d sort of forgotten it.
It’s a good example of your dry, Yankee humor.
The group was going on a fishing trip on a remote lake via canoes and guided by guides who provided the canoes. Alfred, a big fella, stepped carefully into a canoe and sat. The seat gave way and Alfred ended up on the floor of the canoe, seat in splinters, and the vessel rocking precariously.
The one guide says to the other, “There goes your tip, Calvin.”
It’s a good example of your dry, Yankee humor.
The group was going on a fishing trip on a remote lake via canoes and guided by guides who provided the canoes. Alfred, a big fella, stepped carefully into a canoe and sat. The seat gave way and Alfred ended up on the floor of the canoe, seat in splinters, and the vessel rocking precariously.
The one guide says to the other, “There goes your tip, Calvin.”
My Uncle Fred Davis had a canoe that he said was so tippy you needed to part your hair right in the middle.
Posted by: Dick Wakefield | May 05, 2011 at 06:40 PM
Dick Wakefield -- That's a good one! I've been spreading your stories thick around NH. Neil English liked 'em!
B
Posted by: Rebecca Rule | May 18, 2011 at 05:34 PM