Clammed Up

 


We went back to the beach, but this time we weren’t just enjoying the view. We were up to serious business: clam digging.

We had hoped to do this when the boys were here over Christmas, and got a new clam gun for Christmas, but learned when we looked at the clamming season more closely that it comes and goes, and it wasn’t open when we were planning on going with them.

We made our first attempt a couple of weeks ago. I was sick that day, and it was very damp out, maybe 40 degrees and really windy. I immediately found myself about knee deep in water when I wave came in much higher than I expected. I spent much of the rest of that afternoon in the truck. Ann persevered and got about half a dozen clams. We were there about three hours and it felt like 30.

This week was much different. It was sunny and about 53. I’m not that sick anymore, and although I gave my virus to Ann, she is also getting over it and was not going to be denied going today.

Previously, we had tried at Copalis. This time we went to Twin Harbors, the first place we went to the beach earlier in this blog. There were a lot of people there, but still plenty of room to find a place to work.

We weren’t having much luck until Ann struck up a conversation with a guy with a full bag of clams. He showed us what we were looking for, then vacated his spot, as he was limited out.


We had been looking for holes the size of a quarter. What we needed to look for (the show) was depressions the size of a dime. It wasn’t long before Ann had her 15, and with some more looking and digging, I got mine also, and it was still well before dark. I’m glad, because those little depressions were hard enough to spot in the fading daylight. 

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