Black Fly story ... tell yours
About 6 years ago, mid May, I kayaked from our house to Loon Island, in the middle of Moultonborough Bay. Beautiful day. As I got close to the island, I was suddenly engulfed in black flies. They must have been sitting on the island just waiting for something to eat. They got in my ears, nostrils, eyes and on every possible patch of exposed skin. Horrible!
I thought of jumping out of the kayak to escape them, but then I would have to swim back ... out of the question. I paddled back as fast as I could. The further I got from the island, the fewer flies attacked, but a cooud of 'em followed me back, hounding me. Tough to paddle and swat flies at the same time. I was actually lumpy from the bites for a while.
Like they said on Hill Street Blues ... "be careful out there ..."
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