You can trust your car to the man who wears a star

(10:20) back from clam warding (clam wardening?) at Tods Point, so you can resume poaching. Only one other clammer out and about and he had a permit, damn it, so my pistol remained holstered, my hope of beating him with my clam rake unfulfilled.

So two other wardens and I (we deter  miscreants with a show of overwhelming force) decided to clam for ourselves, with great success. You can do it too, if you have a mind to, and a $10 permit obtainable at Town Hall or Sportsmen’s Den. You’ll also need a clam rake, which SD will be glad to sell you for maybe twenty-bucks, maybe less. Good way to spend a frosty winter morning or afternoon (depends on tide) and you’ll easily get the fixings for a good chowder or even clams on the half-shell. Best of all, these babies glow in the dark so you won’t lose them in your refrigerator. Free guide service if you want – contact me.

Only slightly radioactive


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5 responses to “You can trust your car to the man who wears a star

  1. Walt

    Dude –
    Are you frigging kidding me? You loser.
    This is how you spend a weekend morning? You traipse around the sound at low tide wearing rubber pants? With a rake bucket that you use to scoop up muck? Then you sift through the muck with your boney little fingers and eat whatever is in there? Do I have that about right? Well DO I, PUNK!! Dirty Harry Dude!! All the while pretending you are Ranger Rick?
    Sometimes you really scare me. You really do.
    But to each his own, right? If that makes you happy go for it. I get the rubber pants. The rest, not so much.
    Personally, I prefer brunch at the Elm Street Oyster House. You stay dry, get some good food, and you can chase the elusive bald Greenwich land clam. Much more fun, in my opinion.
    You should give it a try. You load.
    Your Pal,

  2. AJ

    Rubber boots? That means you’re clamming where everyone else clams, what a waste of time. Get a boat and rake from there, though I prefer diving: it’s much more sauvage (fun), though not in the winter. Bring a hammer to loosen the top shell, a couple of lemons, some hot sauce, and a knife to cut through the muscle and make lemon wedges, of course. I try to avoid eating in restaurants: just watch a few episodes of Kitchen Nightmares and so will you. I doubt you’ll find many of Walt’s bald clams at the bottom of the sea, though, and those shells are way to hard to get into. Wink, wink, I think I know what he means.

  3. peeps

    When the weather gets a little warmer, you don’t even need a rake, just good toes. Or a better half with good toes who will go the the shore with you.
    That’s why I was so popular with the Swamp Yankees in Rhode Island. Good toes can make a girl very envied in those parts. Mine are long, strong, callused and dextrous. I am a Swamp Yankee’s dream.

  4. I used to pull mussels from the rocks off Shippan — courtesy of a private beach, and no mucking about. They were delicious, steamed with butter and salt and some crusty bread for dippy dop.

  5. Phil McKracken

    Nice hat.