Tall are the tales Fishermen tell…

Just a short post today called to mind by how freaking cold it is!  Fisherman of all sorts are known to spin a yarn or two, and those back home are no exception.  

While it wasn’t poetic like “Smokeroom on the Kyle”  I remember a yarn from years back of a winter in Deer Harbour where there was so much snow the men had to dig tunnels from house to house, and how it was so cold, when they’d talk outside their breath would freeze and they’d have to pick it up and bring it inside to thaw out so they could hear what they had been saying!

Stay warm everyone!