December Quahogging.

Dark of the morning
Single digit air. Up the New Meadows we ran into an ice pack that turned us around.
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The heave and haul of raking quahogs.
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Can't remember now what dan was pointing out. Some aspect of the shoreline.
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Malaga Island traps.
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