Every season, in October, if you hold a Brewster shellfishing license, you are welcome to brave the elements for your share of the town stocks of oysters. Last Sunday was opening day, but since we had a Nor-Eastah' that lasted for nearly four days, the harvest was cancelled.
So THIS week became opening Sunday. I arrived with the masses at about 1 1/2 hours before the low tide and joined the rest of the oyster-addicts out there in this week's slightly-less-than-a-Nor-Eastah'. The wind was blowing 20mph from the North West, and it completely churned up the water into a dense brown soup. You couldn't see a thing. The only way to find 'em was to take off your gloves and just blindly feel for them on the bottom. I felt lucky to get my limit.
If next week is decent weather, there should be a bunch, since there were a lot of people leaving the beach with only some or NONE in their baskets. (look at the frustrated look on the guy standing to the left)
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1 comment:
awright, you people are f'in nuts.
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