Lately, I have been in areas of the Barrens, that see little, if any foot traffic, and visited a secluded rye field. Much to me surprise, when I came to the end of the entrance road, I was greeted my a large pile of quahog and surf clam shells. It was several hundred feet long and at least fifteen feet in height. The pile was littered with some ocean debris, but lacked any horrible smell, just the salty aroma of hot shells baking in the sun.
On my way out, I was greeted by a game warden, who explained to me, that the state stockpiles shells in several locations and after a period of sterilization, they then are utilized in rebuilding the state's oyster beds.
http://www.nap.usace.army.mil/cenap-pa/oyster/DRAFToysterEA08.pdf
Recycled shells.
On my way out, I was greeted by a game warden, who explained to me, that the state stockpiles shells in several locations and after a period of sterilization, they then are utilized in rebuilding the state's oyster beds.
http://www.nap.usace.army.mil/cenap-pa/oyster/DRAFToysterEA08.pdf
Recycled shells.