land battles...

Presumpscot River, North Windham, ME

So I was out on the river the other night with Alissa and as we were pulling in to the spot we stuck in at, there was a very tall and very loud man to greet us and inform us to "get off my land." After being accosted for a good 10 mins by drunken banter they finally came around and buddied up a little chattin us up about the river and how "you guys ahr fine back ere, but I could'a called the cops, cause i know all the cops ere and I could'a called em!" (if you don't know the maine accent, this doesn't make sense) and then "i aint gonna lie to ya ryan, I been back ere since bout 230 throwin horse shoes and drinkin the beers so i'm a bit buzzed!" His name was "Craig" and now i have a friend on the Presumpscot.