Clammers line the beach at low tide. These hearty, if not a bit crazy, souls are searching for Razor Clams. A delicacy here on the Oregon Coast. The spring minus tides are best for harvesting these elusive sand dwellers. We have three days of minus tides this month. The first day with cold temperatures and rough seas caught me unprepared. The only way to do this is with hip waders, rubber gloves, a warm beanie - and a pocket full of tissues for your runny nose and eyes as the cold winds blow. I got caught by a wave early on and ended up with wet sneakers and jeans. Not too bright.
The first day we got four razor clams and for a good dinner - of course - had to go out the next day for more. Armed with clam guns - yes guns (a four inch hollow tube with a handle and a hole) and a basket clipped to our belts we walked up and down the beach looking for the tells or shows - little indents (not shaped like a sand crab or foot prints) but maybe a neck sticking up out of the sand we thumped the ground watching for movement.
Today I was late missing the best time in the tide change due to car trouble but Jock dug 12 beauties and brought them home to cook up for a fabulous meal. We will head out tomorrow and maybe come up with enough for a good clam chowder. I will have you know I never came back empty handed. Not without at least a net full of fine sand dollars. Not so good to eat but lovely to look at.
This is Jock with Kiesha getting in on the action.
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