Elkrun Mini:


Yeah, I remember many days when you could see dozens of the doughnut shapes shows up in the dry sand; when in no one used a damn piece of sheet metal to dig a calm and when you could get your limit of 36, no problem. I remember when commercial diggers would drag long bags behind themselves and dig God know how many clams in a tide.

Back in the 50’s my family camped at Copalis, in a tent. All four of us would dig our limits on the morning tide, cleaned clams all morning and then help my mom can them. Then in the afternoon we might go back and dig our “second limit”. I’m not proud of this but that was what we and many others did. Maybe we were part of the problem?