Ron said he knew where the honey hole was for quahogging. A few of us followed him to a "great spot to park", which ended up being the mail-woman's house from MMA (thanks Barb!). This area of Buttermilk Bay across from Eastwind Lobster ended up being a senior-only clam bed, but we gave the sea-floor a couple scrapes while we were there anyway. All we got were pieces of cars, glass, and other surprisingly large pieces of trash. Seriously, watch out if you go to this beach.
After giving up on Buttermilk Bay we headed to Monument Beach. We filled up on quahogs and even got to play with a baby shark.