The Last of the Summer Quahogs

Hanna came and went so quickly that if you were a heavy sleeper, you'd never know that the eye of a tropical storm passed over you. That huge mass of clouds shown in my previou spost passed to the west of us and the wind whipped up on the other. We'd be lucky if we got a full inch of rain out of it here in Brewster. The wind was weak too. Aside from a blanket of locust leaves on the lawn and a few dead ends off a pine tree, our neighborhood was left untouched. And, above us, a perfectly cloudless blue sky. The day remained breezy, but with the heat, it felt good.


I was itching to get down to the water to see if there was any damage to the coast, and checking the tide chart, I found low tide was at around noon. I figured I'd see if there were any leftover quahogs from the August stock while we were down there. Amy wanted the kids out of the house, so off we went. It was gorgeous down there. Some of the best weather we'd had all summer and only 4 or 5 families camped on the beach. The usual mob of clammers for a sunday noon low was sparse and quiet. We walked out, found 10 good stuffers and called it a day. The kids played on the flats and played in the warm September water. I've got to get out there one of these early mornings to see if the Stripers are hungry again and if the big blues are in close. Not many weeks left for fishing.

(Max found a clam with a message! Click image for full size)