For some years now, my good friend and exemplary charter-boat crewman Larry Grimard and I have embarked upon an oyster-gathering expedition to the muddy banks of Maine’s Damariscotta River. Grimard studies his charts to determine when the lowest tide will occur on an afternoon in November. This time he emailed me early in the month with a terse, “The 14th is the day. Meet me at the secret parking lot at 2:30.”
Grimard knows the Damariscotta well. He has spent decades on
