Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Hillbilly Hunting and Clamming with Class

"I'm like a little troll who lives on nothing but river water and squirrel meats!" - Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates.

My brother and I headed deep into the woods for a little squirrel hunt the other day. We encountered hears of elk, huge flocks of doves, and a pair of golden eagles! It was pretty amazing!

Late in the day my brother had two squirrels in the bag and we both had wide grins!

My brother cooked up a nice batch of squirrel with dumplings and he said it was incredible!


Next, my ladyfriend heard about how much fun clamming was the other day. She had never been clamming before, so the two of us hit the coast for the low tide and had a great sunset foray! The night before, Diane kept threatening to bring her classy gold rain boots with heals. The idea of her tromping around the mud in those boots had me cracking up!

In no time she had her first legal sized littleneck clam!

We had to race the sun as you can only legally take clams until a half hour after sunset. However, by that time we had plenty of mussels and ninety clams (just ten short of our limit) as we repaired the portions of the beach we had excavated and reburied juvenile clams to let them grow for next season.

By early evening we patiently waited as our clam appetizer steamed in sea water and onions. The subsequent beach-feast and clam chowder with our wild harvested black trumpet mushrooms were absolutely superb!

Well, the tides will be low again soon and we hope to greet them with shovels, buckets, and big smiles!

Keep the old ways alive!

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