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I love a good festival.

In Maine we have the Lobster festival, the Clam Festival, and the Oyster festival. We have a Blueberry Festival, a Whoopie Pie festival and a Chowder festival. Folk, Reggae and Blues Festivals? Yup. We’ve got those too. Hell… we even have the White Nose Pete Fly Fishing Festival.

For my fishing obsessed readers, the legend of White Nose Pete –

https://midcurrent.com/stories-essays/the-legend-of-white-nose-pete/

Yes, festivals are grand.

Except this one… which makes me glad I don’t live in Dorchester County Maryland.

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Weird, not to mention disturbing.

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I can honestly say I’ve never seen anyone so excited about skinning a muskrat.

And to be honest, I hope I never do.

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Damn.

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Sorry, but that is not my idea of festive.

Oily goat with fish sauce?

Nope. Not for me.

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Good grief.

Whatever happened to baton twirling?

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