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Fish Tales at Beaver Camp by William S. Phillips
With no offense to the practitioners of the culinary arts, you
just can’t beat the taste of a freshly caught trout, skillet fried
on an open fire, a hundred miles from the nearest gas-range stove.
Need we mention the view? It was designed and built by Mother Nature
herself. As for Beaver Camp, well, you can find it anywhere you
can land a de Havilland (DHC-2) Beaver, the work-horse float plane
of the North Country. As for the fish tales themselves, a great
deal of that depends of the company and the day. But as a rule of
thumb, consider this: the wider the arms are spread, the greater
the tale.
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