OysterMom tales of raising premium nurtured oysters

We were flying across the water - following a fellow oyster farmer who was in a tunnel bottom boat with a Jack Plate.  We were both racing to the oyster leases to catch the low tide before it began to rise.  Then he almost got stuck in that magical boat that seems to only need a coating of water over the Bay's muddy bottom.  And he raced on leaving us stuck. Seriously stuck.  We exited Ginny, my 19' Carolina Skiff, and sank knee deep into the mud.  We tried to push, pull, then rested. It was impossible.  Only more water would be of help.  And then, I decided to fiddle with the Lowrance which had again given me fits.  I took off my prescription polarized Gucci sunglasses and put them on my head.  A habitual action, but I had my warm hat on so they really didn't hug my head as they normally do.  And then, it happened.  I leaned over to look at the water depth and they fell into the water.  It was only 8 inches, but clouded with the mud stirred up from our efforts.  I trie

The new logo has arrived and I am so happy with the strength and commitment is exudes.  I had a difficult time deciding which design to use and had two graphic designers working on the task.  One - this one -- lives in Holland.  The other a close friend of my daughters.  They were all so exceptional it was a major decision but this one stood out when I hung them on the walls.   I hope you like it and that you love the oysters as much as we do.  OysterMom.  Nurtured Premium Oysters from Oyster Bay, Wakulla County, Florida Raised up right with tender loving care.  Thanks, OysterMom.