So I was shelling with the family at low tide, holding a 1 1/2 year old. Have any of you have had the immense pleasure of shelling while holding a toddler? Not that fun. Anyway, I saw amongst the rocks a knobby edge, this could not be a rock. So I placed my foot on it to disguise it from the looming shellers and called out for a toddler rescue. Once he was safely in the arms of his Dad, I reached down. “This better be a good one, ” said the Dad. I had to dig, but it WAS worth it. A 9 inch Whelk shell, AMAZING. The only other large shell I have like that my Grandma bought for me in a gift shop in Tarpon Springs when I was but a lass. It was covered in some green, but after a short bath in a bleach solution and an application of Mineral Oil she was a beaut. I am in love!