The State dictates the number & a winter license is pinned to your chest waders. Mr. 4th dug the daily limit over 2 days; 300 f’ing CLAMS!
They look a bit like mussels because the winter mud visits the shells & purples them. I’m lucky.
Last night I came home to the Mr. making stuffed peppers with venison in my kitchen, and 150 cherry stone clams in my sink. Pie eyed. He’s enjoying the game with friends & I’m catching up with lots of things. Hiya!
What’s for dinner, GT?