From his old silver Prius parked on the side of Highway One, Richard James pulls out oyster-growing gear he has collected from Tomales Bay in recent months: heaps of zip ties, chunks of rope, coated copper wire and a bag of blue gloves. There is a perfectly intact oyster-growing bag made of blue, hardy plastic mesh and topped with foam blocks. There are also shreds of mesh and ravaged pieces of foam.
“This is what…