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We're glad you're here with us in the vault with possibly the most main story ever in the history of humankind. the spectral moose of Lobster Lake. First aired

November 8th, 2018. Enjoy. Call me Jeff. Okay. Call me Ray, I guess. Some years ago, never mind how

long precisely, having little or no money in my purse and nothing particular to interest me

on shore, I heard tales of men who ventured north to see the woodsy part of central Maine. And what were they

doing looking in the woodsy part of central Maine? A white moose. Did you mark that man? And that's why

we're here in the woods by Lomster Lake in Piscataquist Maine right now?

To look at white moose?

Fifteen feet high it was.

Ghostly and dirty white.

They call it Maine Specter Moose.

Call me Jeff Belanger.

And call me Ray Osier. Welcome to episode 64 of, oh, that's my number, by the way, my football number. Very special number for me. Glory days. Yeah, right? Episode 64 of the New England Legends podcast. If you give us about 10 minutes, we'll give you something strange to talk about today. And we'd like to send a special thank you and shout out to all of our Patreon patrons. For as little as three bucks per month, you too can get access to bonus episodes and content, early access to new episodes, and you help fund this movement to chronicle every legend in New England one week and one story at a time. To find out more, go to patreon.com slash New England Legends, or you can find links on our show's website at our New England Legends.com. All right, you know what? It just hit me where that weird introduction of this week's story came from. Okay, did it? It takes me back to high school English class when I had to read Herman Melville's Moby Dick. Exactly. And Melville himself is a New England legend. Wow. He wrote much of Moby Dick in 1851 while living in his Arrowhead homestead in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, way out in the Berkshires. I had no idea. He sat at his desk looking out a window toward Mount Greylock, and in the winter, the top of that mountain would get covered with snow, and when the wind blew the frosty trees of the mountain, that sway below. And he thought,

that looks like the back of a white whale on a frothy ocean. So the true inspiration for the white whale

and Moby Dick happened in the Berkshires over 100 miles from the closest ocean. It did. And I had the

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