'Erster Dredgin'

“As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.”
Ernest Hemingway~ A movable feast

Sometimes I think the local watermen want to be the one to catch the last crab, fish, manoe, or oyster. They were piled up on each other early this morning. I'm sure there was not an oyster left on the bottom when they finally left the bar.