I used to go quahogging (digging for clams) in a shallow part of the bay when I was a kid.
Lots of quahogs in this spot and barely anybody ever there. It was like a hidden gem of a spot.
Sometimes we’d shuck and eat them raw while we were in the water.
Oh yeah, we were in the water, digging by hand. None of that metal rake business.
That is, until an EPA truck pulled up as we were getting out one day. Told us that this place had been closed due to fecal bacteria continuation. I guess a lot of boats tended to dump their sewage in the area.
I haven’t gone quahogging since. Haven’t even eaten a single clam.
I used to go quahogging (digging for clams) in a shallow part of the bay when I was a kid.
Lots of quahogs in this spot and barely anybody ever there. It was like a hidden gem of a spot.
Sometimes we’d shuck and eat them raw while we were in the water.
Oh yeah, we were in the water, digging by hand. None of that metal rake business.
That is, until an EPA truck pulled up as we were getting out one day. Told us that this place had been closed due to fecal bacteria continuation. I guess a lot of boats tended to dump their sewage in the area.
I haven’t gone quahogging since. Haven’t even eaten a single clam.