The Bay Rats: Mermaids, Mayhem, and Murder
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Have you ever wondered about going back, you know, living your life over again a redo, if you will?
What would you say if such an opportunity surfaced? I'm sure each of us has pondered such an event at least once in our lives. I know I have. After all, time has a way of moving awfully slowly while pulling on a clam rake. The fact is the Great South Bay and her white caps have always had a way of bringing the what-ifs out of me. I sometimes thought I'd probably leave well enough alone. Heck, I liked what I did. Yes, it was difficult, all right, but I enjoyed the challenge. Scratching out a living had never been an easy undertaking, and like a lot of things, it became harder over time. Islanders knew what was expected of them out there on that bay and were willing to accept her demands. We were also happy to receive its rewards. But like it's been said, nothing lasts forever.
Our world, Long Island's shellfish business, began to change. I suppose you could say it began to do what most things do when their brought up from the bottom smell. The stink came about quicker than most of us baymen ever thought it would.
As the inevitable end of a once-great era drifted closer, digger after digger began lifting anchor. However, a few did hold tight, refusing to alter course. As we watched our once peaceful, always beautiful way of life drift off, we cringed as a different, much harsher way of surviving sailed up. As the business we knew spoiled, we stood fast, trying our best to fend off the inevitable. The battles that followed, as hopeless as they eventually were, did offer us something another day.
Hmmm, come to think of it, maybe I would tweak a few things!
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The Bay Rats - Evert Bay Scott
Copyright © 2014 by Evert Bay Scott.
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CONTENTS
Prologue
The Bay Rats
Throw Me a Line
It’s Gonna Happen
Mermaids
Cole’s Back
Mayhem
What’s New
Pinball and Balls
Uncle Mike
Go On, Go On
Call the Navy
Dead Eye
Memories in Blue
The Pinto
Eleven
Pinto II
The Arrival
Mr. Save the World
Read All About It
You Got ’Em
Three Legs
The Solo
Murder
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
From the back of a truck, his world sailed by…
scroll.jpgI would like to dedicate this book to those who were out there; the ones that toted the weight of my memories. Whether old or young, still with us, or long gone; this story is a tribute to each one of them… those ‘Baymen’ that is. It makes no difference if you hauled up tongs each grab or pulled in a rake every drift; these pages have been written for you. After all, we are all connected. Surely the same salt water runs through all of our veins.
While my final days float by faster than the outgoing tides of a storm front, I can only sit and watch. The faces and places we all came to recognize are beginning to shrink in the distance mist of that bay… but I’ve tried my best to see them off with respect, dignity and a touch of humor.
With only pen and paper in hand these days my mind can only yearn for the t- handles and throttles of the past. But like the bay water that can’t seem to bring itself back… my body is unable to do so as well. So with the ink of my pen now as depleted as the clams of our bay, I can only hope the memories of our times together will survive…
EBS
Latitude N40.763370
Longitude W73.017868
Forecast
Light rain
Winds out of the east at six knots
Air temperature sixty-six degrees
For me… just another day in paradise!
Pic.%201%2c%20of%20rocks%2c%20stanchion%2c%20wake%20sign%20and%20B.Pt.%20in%20dis..jpgWhen you find that moment,
that special moment,
have it last a lifetime…
—EBS
Prologue
It’s the seventies—1970s, that is. Go-gos were out, discos were in, and the King of Rock and Roll passed on.
Our world was changing as well as the music. Hard rock, soft rock, country rock, folk rock, and even punk rock began replacing the no longer
Beatle boys. The decade that started with Richard Nixon waving good-bye to us while telling the world he wasn’t a crook ended with a peanut farmer in the White House. With our concerns for the southern half of that Asian peninsula fading fast, our interests in mood rings, pet rocks and, of course, sea monkeys
soared.
Smiley-faced stickers were finally discovered, not to mention the Rubik’s Cube, Atari and platform shoes. It was a wild decade all right and the world was changing faster than most of us could comprehend. Folks were talking about some new kind of chips. But all I knew was that I couldn’t pack them in my lunch box and eat them. I don’t know, but there was just something about them and the microprocessors
that came with them that seemed incompatible with us clam diggers. After all, and for the most part, we were simple, easygoing, leave-us-alone sort of people—men that didn’t care much about change. We—we baymen, that is—loved what we did and wished a lot of the change never happened. But unfortunately, it did and we could only watch as it approached. Our world, Long Island’s Great South Bay, was in the middle of these and its own change back then. The very thing so many of us islanders loved was becoming ill and overworked. Men, more men than ever before, could be heard working away behind their toothed steel rakes just as far as the winds of that island would take them. As we pulled and scratched away at these watery beds, that music—those ever-changing beats, lyrics, and sounds—rang out in sync to the changing of times. If Jackson Brown’s Running on Empty
wasn’t setting the pace out there on the water, then Joe Walsh and his Life’s Been Good
might have had us yanking and a-daydreamin’!
Yeah, transistor radios and eight-track players were what helped keep us bay rats entertained then, not to mention a lot of cursing, swearing, and joking. But hey, we were what we were, and not many of us held college degrees. Heck, for that matter, most of us were lucky to have finished high school.
The seventies also saw a change in the way most us clam-digging islanders moved about on the water. No longer were the boats under us powered by wind or slow-revving inboard engines. Outboard motors were now the way to go. Johnson Marine introduced a 135-horsepower engine. Wow! We clam diggers thought they can’t make ’em bigger than that." About three weeks later, Mercury sent out its six-cylindered 150-horse Black Max. The race was on, and from where I was standing, it couldn’t have been more exciting. Connies, cops, and clam diggers were all chasing about—some in search of what we poachers were doing and others in pursuit of what we were catching and selling. Guys from the big city were always willing to pay more for what we dug up. Some even went as far as dying for the stuff. But back then, a lot of things didn’t seem right. Hell, that farmer, the one that took up residency in the White House even started telling the draft dodgers to come home. Welcome back, Kotter!
There was no doubt about it, and to kinda quote Bob Dylan, things were a changing,
all right and getting more expensive each day. Inflation was growing, jobs were hard to find and oil was even tougher. Yeah, gasoline had become scarce for a while back then and almost as hard to find as the clams we diggers were looking for. Our bay, the very place so many of us Long Islanders depended on, was starting to react to the surmounting negative environmental conditions our society had placed on her. Law enforcement decided something had to be done, so lines began showing up on our charts. Lines people like me and others were supposed to stay behind. Did we? Hell no! We had a living to make, so we kinda worked around the problem.
But those weren’t the only lines around back at that time. There were lots of others. It seemed all of America had to deal with one or two of the damn things. We were told to wait in our cars as we lined up for our allotted five gallons of gasoline. We could only hope that it was enough to get us to our jobs the next day. And if you weren’t one of them, someone fortunate enough to have a job at the time, then it would be another line. Oh yeah! People were lined up around the state unemployment offices like you wouldn’t believe. Things were a-changin’, all right. Work was scarce, and like I said, clams, the treasure I and the people around me sought, were getting scarcer. If you kept up with the news and read about some of the busts and arrests taking place during this era, you may have thought the only folks really doing well were the ones in the drug business. No, I’m not talking about Johnson & Johnson or Procter & Gamble. I’m referring to the other drug
business. Selling stuff like cocaine, marijuana, and LSD seemed to be where the work was. And that crowd didn’t seem to mind the lines, at least not the fine powdery ones in front of them.
I suppose I was lucky in a way back then. I knew a lot of these entrepreneurs and what they did. But I tried my best to stay back away from the chum lines they’d often set. To this day, I’m proud to be able to say I never actually got snagged by the smell.
Tangled up in a few of their nets, yes. But caught, never!
So come on, step up behind my truck and listen. After all, the