We wanted to bake a few on the grill like our Ham Clams from a few days prior, but didn’t have much in the way of ingredients. Being knee deep in sticky mud and probing around with your feet and hands looking for something you cant see is one of the more wholesome and childish activities we do, and it's a blast.Īfter a few passes on the flats, we had as many clams as we wanted to carry, so we headed back to our camp. Luckily, neither of us mind getting dirty looking for food. You either get covered in mud and dig clams, or you stay in the boat and stay clean. (Although we probably found just as many with our feet as we did with the rakes.)ĭigging clams on these flats is an all-in kind of proposition. We set out on the mud flats at low tide with a borrowed pair of rakes, looking for keyholes but mostly just randomly raking hoping to get lucky. We had caught our limit of rockfish (striped bass for everyone not from the bay area) earlier that day, and wanted to get a few clams to take home. It was the last evening of our recent trip to the shore, and we found ourselves on the way back from the seaside boat ramp covered in rank black mud, with a pile of clams.
