Summary
Seven years ago this June, I spent an uncomfortably wonderful weekend deep in the Maine woods, learning about the history and mystique of the Munsungan Hunting and Fishing Club.
My host -- both the cause of my discomfort and the primary reason the trip was so memorable -- was Jim Carter, the camp's owner and its head (and only) guide. Carter was, to be perfectly clear, opinionated. He was just as apt to spend a half hour expounding on national politics as he was the fishing on Munsungan Lake.See the full content of this document
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Munsungan Won't Be the Same Without Carter
If you disagreed with him, he'd tell you that you were wrong. Then he'd tell you why. Then he'd tell you again.
Carter was prone to reciting Robert Service poems, from memory, even if his visitors had no interest in poetry -- even if they'd never heard of Rober...See the full content of this document
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