The Oysterman's Journey

Smith was a scrapper, a hustler, but also still kind of lost. He heard that a local shellfish commission was opening up new oyster grounds for the first time in a century and a half. By 20 14, i had grown a blue thumb and learned to read my waters ind new ways through oysters. My shift happened slowly, born out of watching kelp grow. There is a mystery to growing plants, a pleasure apart from fishing and farming shellfish.