Basically, you gotta get down and get dirty if you want to take any of these little boogers home. It took us some time to get the hang of it, for some people it is serious business. There were probably a couple hundred other clam harvesters on the beach that morning. Some had quads and serious clam diggin set ups, us, we brought a shovel and a bucket and our two hands.
So imagine me.. on my hands and knees (granted I'm pushing 8 months prego right now) digging with two hands for some slimy creature thats bound for china as fast as all get out. But! we did catch some. Abe actually got pretty good at it, being the wild hunter gatherer that he is.
Oh! and these are razor clams. Abe and the boys ate them fried in batter and butter, of course I did not eat them...because well... technically I think they're meat and plus... yeah.. if you know me... they were slimey. YUCK!
Our friends here in Homer made up some steamer clams that they harvested across the bay. Rule of thumb is "DONT EAT THE ONES THAT DON'T OPEN." So, Abe really wanted to know why of course and no one could really tell him, so he ate two that didn't really open, but weren't all the way closed either. So in the middle of the night be had to get up and "let the clams out" and they were barkin at both doors. So don't ask why just "DON'T EAT THE ONES THAT DON'T OPEN." I told him it's probably the wisdom of the great natives passed down... and no one questions that. :)
(all joking aside... i guess it can be really seriuos this "clam poisioning.... people die....so I guess we're greatful?)
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