Afriend called yesterday and said"Let's go get the last of the fiddleheads "me being a person that wouldn't pass up on these goodies! Well we left home at 11am, but we were hungry not far from the driveway,so had to stop and get sandwiches to eat on our way..After about 20 minutes of traveling and 15 minutes of searching we found them.. Carrying our buckets and bags..it was a fiddlehead dream..the back bending pain of picking is well worth the reward..actually we ended up with enough to bring home and spin through the "Special" cleaner..which only a few fiddlehead pickers own!!! Even had enough to send to some of our friends and family, who we know love having "MAINE" goodies!! Still had enough left to eat our fill,share with our neighbors.I miss having the old folks in my neighborhood.When we moved here 20 years ago, we were the younger generation.I used to take all our neighbors fiddleheads and smelts . Some where along the line we took their place...