a lost custom

[james_davis_nicoll]

My mother grew up in Mulgrave, Nova Scotia, on the Strait of Canso. The region was more culturally distinct back then: people still spoke Gaelic, for example. One of the practices now long lost was the trick of luring fish in close to shore after dusk by confusing the fish with human vocalizations. Of course these days kids have never heard of Salmon Chanting Evening.

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[gingicat]

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[kraig]

James

[dsrtao]

Was her maiden name Feghoot?

[rdm]

(considers the cost of a day trip from Finland, come July...)

[thewayne]

When your dad got mad at her, and I seem to recall that his name was Gill, could she see the anchor in his eyes?

For some reason the lyrics to Kip Odatta's Wet Dreams came to mind this morning.

I can go on, but I shall refrain. And it's entirely possible that someone posted something similar on LJ.

[phoenixfire12.livejournal.com]

Oh Cod I'm floundering here. You did that porpoise!

[neowolf2.livejournal.com]

That's Sam and Janet Evening.

[bruce munro (from livejournal.com)]

I'll leave this one to Dr. Smith. Doctor?

"Oh, the pain. The pain!"

[asher63.livejournal.com]

They've forgotten the words, but they can still hum the tuna.

[voidampersand.livejournal.com]

But does it scale?

[maruad.livejournal.com]

Best not do it in a provincial park or you will meet a ranger.

[beamjockey.livejournal.com]

You will meet a ranger?

[tekalynn.livejournal.com]

Across a clouded dune.

[maruad.livejournal.com]

And somehow you know, you know even then...

[ethelmay.livejournal.com]

Chico Marx: I can get you a ranger for that tuna.