Ah, reminiscing about the " good old days " Oscar. I recall when, as a rather impatient fishermen (and often hungry) we used to use the ' square bait,' otherwise known as a 'net'.I also remember being in the bar of the, (then new, and now gone),Paynesville Hotel/Boatel/Aerotel, when a chap sidled up to me saying that he had just flown down the Straits and didn't see the power line, bringing it down. I think it was a Cessna ... a high wing anyway. There used to be a grass strip next to the Hotel but,I wasn't into aviation then, and thought it was a great joke until I arrived home on Raymond Island to find there was no power ! Another day my mate from R.I.and I decided to clear a few blocks we had near the pub . He said, all we needed were a few hessian bags to control the burn ,and being a dumb 30 something year old, and him nearly fifty, I naturally believed him . The grass was long and the day warm . It soon became obvious that we were out of our depth, and hightailed it back to the old Dodge 114, and headed out of town . We met the fire engine about 2 k's out of town with its bells ringing and lights flashing, heading the other way....... Ah yes Oscar, "those were the days" ..... Bob