Clam diggers aren't just pants

I just wrote a whole post and then the internet quit on me. Type in word first, then copy/paste. lesson learned. Now I'm too lazy to recreate it with all the subtle humor so I'll just cut to the chase. Steve and I went clamming this morning and I only got 4 out of the 24 we needed. Needless to say some more practice is necessary. They were buried down to about 12 inches and I consistently dug to about 8- the mathematical reason why I couldn't get to them. Digging in sand is pretty hard - especially when it's a race between you and a clam in its natural environment. I'm sure those things spend all day practicing to outrace clam diggers, what else do they have to do. I cut my finger pretty good on one of the clams I actually did get to, and the common response I received "well they don't call 'em razor clams for nothing!" That’s a nugget of info I could have used before we started, but another lesson learned I suppose. We are going to cook the clams tomorrow as an appetizer. I don’t think I like clams- if I remember correctly it’s like eating boogers. But I’ll let you know how that goes.