While prowling the Internet in preparation for next week’s deer hunt in Maine with my son John, I came across a website for Ken Walker, a registered Maine Guide. To achieve the status of a Maine Guide requires an accumulation of some petty remarkable skills, and when I was a young kid, going down the Allagash River with Ken, I was awed by his personality, and wanted to be just like him when I grew up.
But I learned only a year ago from someone I know very, very well, (no, not Gideon, you lascivious gossip mongers – we brought a number of kids from Riverside after the first trip went so well) that Ken liked to pork young boys in the comfort of his camp. The incident I now know of occurred in 1967, so we’re beyond the statute of limitations, but Ken Walker, far fatter than the man he was then, is still posing as a Maine Guide and offering “family trips”. I would not recommend that you hire him. And yes, this is an open invitation for Walker to sue me. Go for it, fat boy.