@Eledin
When I was very young, I can barely remember my grandfather taking me fishing and harvesting peat at the "Hanging Bog" a peat bog in western NY State. I wouldn't be surprised if @Mikedin or @ChairmanFester has heard about it or been there.
It was spagnum moss, don't know if it had a color or any other details about it. He supplied the family with it, for heating & gardening and sold the rest.
It was a very important milestone for me... It's when I learned how to drink Genesee "Green Death" Cream Ale, beer. I kept taking slugs of his until he told me to get my own god-damn beer... I proceeded to drink a whole can+ what I had drank of his. I got very sick and passed out and pissed myself on the way home.
Boy was my Grams pissed when we got home lmao. She threatened to never let us go fishing by ourselves again.
Looking back now it reminds me of the scene in "On Golden Pond" when Norman and the boy got grounded after crashing the boat. Grams would go with us and sit in the car and read for 3 or 4 trips, after the "incident" before finally giving up and leaving us to our own. Good times indeed.
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