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Originally Posted by camp guy
My Wall of Shame is actually the bottom of Johnson's Cove in Winter Harbor. Following the 1938 hurricane there was a sawmill in Johnson's Cove, and when the lumbering was finished, and the sawmill abandoned, the leftover logs slowly (over years) sank to the bottom. The Cove wasn't very deep, so many, many of these logs had their butt ends on the bottom, but their small ends were barely under water. In the early 1950s I had an 8' pram with a 5hp Elgin outboard motor and I used to explore the Cove regularly looking for frogs and turtles. Without exception, every trip to the Cove ended up with more than one busted shear pin. I became an expert at putting in the new one in record time. As a Christmas present one of those years, I received a package of 25 shear pins! The next summer I also was much more careful when I ventured into Johnson's Cove. By now I think the logs don't present a problem.
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And I thought my brother was the shear pin champion. It is very shallow by my parent's and he was always shearing a pin. That's a cute story. Those logs might still be just as preserved today as they were in the 50s. The fiber in the wood is enhanced by the water.