Oysters.

 We went home to my parents' house this weekend and the weather was beautiful. Justin and Ben woke up early and took the boat out to get oysters. The temperature was about 32 degrees F and the windspeed was only about 5 knots. They bundled up and hit the road for the boat landing.

After about a 20 minute boat ride and around 40 minutes to collect the oysters, the boys were on the way back. Crossing the bay, Justin looked over his shoulder and noticed the game wardens were gaining on them. Justin yelled back to Ben and asked, "We're not doing anything illegal, are we?" Ben said, "No," but it turns out the game wardens suspected otherwise. They asked for Ben's fishing license, and he handed it to them. Then they asked for Justin's - innocently, he didn't have one. When they saw his out-of-state driver's license, they really went crazy. They asked a million questions like: Are you telling me you didn't gather oysters? Why are you pants wet and your boots muddy? Where is your fire extinquishers, whistle, boat registration? etc. Justin and Ben assured the wardens that Ben was the only one collecting the oysters, but they made it clear that if they had caught Justin picking up oysters, he would have been arrested...Yeesh! Turns out these two bushel of oysters only cost about $10 when you include the price of gas, but they could have been a lot more expensive.



Justin's muddy boots.

 

Dumping the steamed oysters.

 

Fresh Jones Creek Oysters!

 

Justin about to eat his very first steamed oyster!

 

Ben opening the oysters. Daddy eating them.



"I hope you always have a shell in your pocket and sand in your shoes."