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NRTI as we knew it is no more, and I don't know what will happen in the future. Technically, I'm still employed by the College, though am enjoying a paid hiatus, and working on everything I couldn't work on when I was spending 70 hours a week running the Program, like cleaning up from the tornado that hit, what, 7 years ago now? I'm also commissioned with a nearby county agency, actually answering to one of the more popular instructors, so I'm still trying to keep my hand in.

I'll continue to post information and news from grads and friends, and also want to keep current with LE news and references.

My College phone and e-mail are pretty much out of service, so I'll be setting up yet another account , so we can stay in touch.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Everyone Loves a Good Clam

2 arrested in massive poaching of oysters and clams on Hood Canal

Seattle Times environment reporter
They huddled in the bushes after dark, peering through the grass to spy on shellfish gatherers.
A dozen times over seven months, Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife officers camped at night on the shores of Hood Canal, keeping tabs on men they suspected of poaching hundreds of thousands of dollars' worth of oysters.

New book dives into the underworld of giant-clam poaching

DEAN RUTZ / THE SEATTLE TIMES.  Marine patrol officer Paul Golden and Sgt. Dan Brinson, both with the Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife, search an area off Fox Island for signs of poachers trolling the waters of Puget Sound. In his new book, Seattle Times environmental reporter Craig Welch follows the hunt for one of the region's most notorious thieves, exploring the lucrative and dangerous underworld of global wildlife trafficking.  Adapted from "Shell Games: Rogues, Smugglers, and the Hunt for Nature's Bounty" by Craig Welch (William Morrow, $25.99). Release date: April 6.

FROM A DISTANCE, the boat didn't look like much. Aluminum with blue trim. A row of smudged cabin windows. A thick center mast crowded with antennas and loudspeakers. Through moonlight and a light rain, Detective Ed Volz could see a curtain of black rubber cloaking half of the vessel like a tent. He couldn't spot the orange glow of a single cigarette and suspected the captain had ordered his crew not to smoke.Volz and a partner, Bill Jarmon, were crouched behind Douglas firs and madronas on a wooded bluff overlooking Puget Sound. They peered down a sandy cliff, Volz through a spotting scope, Jarmon through binoculars, at the boat idling below. Volz heard little other than the wind and the waves. He knew a pair of aging mattresses stuffed in old sleeping bags had been wrapped around an air compressor, muffling its groan. No one who passed by would suspect it fed oxygen through a hose to a thief below.........