Hey Basstrap,
I have a bit of 'newfie' geography in my blood too..
When my grandmother on my father's side was a girl, she lived on Newfoundland. Her father, my great grandfather, was a fisherman/rum runner!
This was during Prohibition and he would sail over to St Pierre and Miquelon and pick up his booty to bring back to Newfoundland and then from there to the mainland.
One tale she still loves to tell is when the authorities chased him to port one stormy night (of course it was a stormy night..
) and they apparently lived on a piece of land that was separated by a gorge of some sort...the only way across was by a rope/wooden bridge and so here is my great-grandpa running from the coast guard, and he gets across the bridge and cuts the ropes so they couldn't get across..
The next day the story goes, they went down to the docks and his vessel had been destroyed by the authorities and all the rum seized.
Mind you no telling how they got back across that bridge if he cut the ropes the night before..
I love Maritimers' stories...I could listen to them all day.
Apparently their house was haunted too....
One day I want to go to NFLD and see it for myself..