
H/T that instapundit feller
An Englishman is being shown around a Scottish hospital.
At the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no obvious signs of injury. He goes to examine the first man he sees, and the man proclaims:
Fair fa' yer honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain e' the puddin' race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
painch tripe or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
as lang's my arm.
The Englishman, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient, and immediately the patient launches into:
Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
This continues with the next patient:
Wee sleekit cow'rin tim'rous beastie,
O what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
wi' bickering brattle.
I wad be laith to run and chase thee,
wi' murdering prattle!"
"Well," the Englishman mutters to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved the psychiatric ward for the last."
"Nay, nay," the Scottish doctor corrected him, "this is the Burns unit."
Remington XM3 (left) and 40-XS Tactical Rifle Systems
http://www.deathfromafar.com/info/XM-3%20Sale%20Sheet.pdf
http://www.m4carbine.net/showthread.php?t=8546
Times are tough. At first I thought that perhaps it was grammatically wanting, but then it occurred to me that the dead don't own their things any longer...or do they?
I like language and grammar in the same way I love golf and everything else I suck at...
well that's plenty of FM for the next time frame. Always check in on him, you will be rewarded...
Dorothy Malone with Bogie in THE BIG SLEEP
Being that the Hoosic is part of the Hudson River Watershed, it’s not out of the question that both our major watersheds here in Berkshire County (the Hoosic and Housitonic) could have once held salmon runs. We may never know the size of those runs or if they happened at all, but we do know that the Connecticut River once contained an enormous run of Atlantic Salmon. In the late 1700’s two dams where built on the Connecticut bringing centuries of salmon runs to an end (Hadley 1794, Turners Falls 1798). It only took twelve short years for Atlantic Salmon to become extinct in the tributaries of the Connecticut in Vermont, New Hampshire, and northern Massachusetts including the Deerfield River. But anglers even then saw the impending doom of over fishing the salmon long before these two dams where built.
The Beginning of Commercial Fishing in the Connecticut River
The earliest account of salmon fishing the Connecticut I’ve found is from the minutes of a Town Meeting in Springfield, MA in 1688 and they are as follows (note the original spellings):
1677 -- Minutes of May 2, 1677 town meeting of the Town of Springfield, Mass.:
"Further also Goodm. Lamb, Serjeant Morgan, Joseph Crowfoot, John Clarke Sr., Charles Ferry with such others as they shal take in with them have ye liberty of fishing for this yeere from ye falls in Chickuppi River where the wading place is, down to ye mouth of that river, provided they enter not upon any mans lands or proprietyes there, provided they also shal supply such neighbors as shal desire to have fish of them; & their Salmon they may not sel for more than six pence apiece there, or at ye town more than eight pence, and shad fish they may not sel for more than half pence apiece there, or more than a penny at the Town, & in case they barrel up for market, they are to allow to the Town twelve pence a barrel for all that shal be transported."
To translate that into modern term, those guys where selling Atlantic Salmon for 6 cents locally, 8 cents in the city per fish, not per pound. Salmon where so abundant in our rivers they would even feed them to pigs!"