Maybe I should add an oyster knife to Spartina's cruising gear.
At the very top of Hooper Island, Fishing Creek leads from the Honga River out towards the bay. You pass beneath the fixed bridge, the boat ramp and a few deadrises to starboard, an old cemetery in a farm field to port. Then there's an old white building with a little pier. Ahead, across some very shallow water, is Barren Island. I have sailed near Barren Island many times, and I have passed through Fishing Creek often, most recently last September. I've noticed that cinder block building each time I passed by and guessed it was an old out-of-use fish house. Just yesterday morning I came across the website for Barren Island Oysters, which appears to run its aquaculture operation out of the old structure.
My first experience with Barren Islands and her oysters, in this case wild oysters, was in 2010 when I sailed up Tar Bay into the shallow water, the steel centerboard clanking on the bottom to let me know I was over an oyster reef. I did not get any of those oysters, but a nice striper holding on the reef and, soon it was on Spartina's grill.