To borrow a “Seinfeld” line, I thought we had a deal with the seagulls. We throw them crumbs from our lunch on the beach – and they don’t poop on us. OK, I haven’t kept my end of the bargain. I shoo the beggars away, as I did on Cannon Beach recently. It was one of those rare days on the Oregon Coast: shining sun, temperatures in the 80s, little wind, and a tide far out far enough to allow my wife, daughter and me to search tide pools near Haystack Rock. A tourist yelled at my daughter for simply pointing at an anemone, which apparently is endangered. The aggressive woman was soon forgotten when a town volunteer who has shown dogs in Coeur d’Alene volunteered to take our photo in front of Haystack Rock. That’s when the gulls got their revenge. Ere Jenny the Volunteer snapped the photo, a gull overhead scored a direct hit on my new Portland Trailblazers cap. Such was the accuracy of the gull that the dropping hit nothing else. My wife and daughter laughed. I simply washed the hat off in a tidal pool, careful not to disturb the anemones, tourists or other creatures prone to aggressive behavior. Incredible Shrinking Clerk reports success