this thread brings back memories of when i was a kid living in Maine. seafood was a steady diet back then. each of us kids had our own 'lobstah' trap. and we would use a thread with a safety pin and piece of clam on it to catch crabs. then there was the digging of clams! we had gooey mucky grey mudflats that we dug in. the kind that sucks your foot wear off when you try and walk in it. the tide shifted every 6 hours, so timing was everything. we could find the clam holes as the tide was going out easier. in shore we dug steamers. a little farther out, we dug cherry clams. way far out were the big quahogs. we used a flying saucer, kid's sled', to carry the pales around on the mud. then, i remember the sad day when red tide came about...
we live in eastern washington, and i haven't found any clams here...yet...freshwater that is!
