Sun, low tide bring quahoggers to mill gut

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Photos by Rich Dionne Mozart Turenne, 85, of Bristol sifts through a basket while quahogging in the mill gut at Colt State Park on Friday afternoon.

Photos by Rich Dionne
Mozart Turenne, 85, of Bristol sifts through a basket while quahogging in the mill gut at Colt State Park on Friday afternoon.

BRISTOL—Quahoggers crawled like spider crabs over the marsh and through the ebbing streams of water in the mill gut at Colt State Park on Friday afternoon.  The combination of an extremely low tide and the warm winter sun brought over two dozen fishermen with rakes and floating baskets looking to reap the benefits of a little hard work. John White, 75, of Bristol,  stood in the middle of a

John White, 75, of Bristol, finds a horseshoe crab.

John White, 75, of Bristol, finds a horseshoe crab.

stream digging with a rake looking to add to his already full floating basket of shellfish. “I’ve been doing this my whole life. Not fishing. Quahogging. I don’t like fishing,” he said, as he pulled up a rake full of rocks, seaweed and quahogs. He tossed a few small ones back into the water. “Got to throw back the little ones. Those are for next year,” he said. When asked if he was a commercial fisherman, Mr. White replied, “No I’m going to take these home and eat them. I love quahogs.” Up the stream a bit, Mozart Turenne, 85, of Bristol and his daughter, Patricia Woods of Maine were raking up their share of quahogs. Mr. Turenne also wore waders and stood in the middle of the stream that came up to his knees. He quickly dug up a rake full of quahogs, rocks and sand. Sifted it in the water and turned over the basket. he threw out the rocks and handed the quahogs to his daughter. “What a beautiful afternoon. You can’t do this in Maine,” she said, adding, It’s too territorial. And then there’s the ice.”

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