The clamming rake looked like a murder weapon, and from a clam’s point of view that’s exactly what it was. The rake leaned against the clam basket, a container constructed out of wire mesh. It appeared that the clammer (that would be me) swung the rake into the sand unearthing the sought after shellfish and… Continue reading Not Clammed Up
“Check to make sure they’re still alive,” the cashier at the Alden Quick Mart recommended when I asked him where he kept the crawlers. Spying the Live Bait window sign, I pulled off the highway. After visiting Edwards Apple Orchard and scoring a half dozen cinnamon cider doughnuts, bobber fishing from the pier seemed like… Continue reading Worm Wonder
Green Mouth, the dominant leopard frog, ruled from deep within the lily pads. Contender approached warily. Green Mouth rolled an evil eye in Contender’s direction. Contender retreated to the pond’s edge. Shy Guy peeked from among the loose stones. This amphibian drama played out in our renovated pond while I savored my coffee on the… Continue reading Frogs in the Fog
“I may be out of my tree, but I thought I’d reason with you,” I addressed the stately oak looming at the edge of my driveway. In the past I expressed relief, wonder, and surprise when addressing nonhumans as the respective examples indicate: “There you are, scissors! Great hiding place, but I found you!”, “Ok, yesterday… Continue reading My (Mostly One Sided) Conversation With A Bur Oak Tree
With a fishing rod in one hand, I scrutinized the leech container and pep talked myself. “I can do this,” I encouraged. “I’ve got this,” I continued. “Just go for it,” I added. My confidence dwindled and . . . I didn’t do it. I didn’t get it. And I didn’t go for it.… Continue reading Are Nightcrawlers And Leeches Like Apples And Oranges?