Digging for clams used to be an annual ritual for my family.
Every summer, my grandparents would secure their 'usual spot' at Little Risser's campground. Under the tutelage of my grandfather, we would extract the clams from the Petite Riviere clam flat, using a plunger of all things!
But, it's been ages since those days, that clam flat has been closed for a long time. It's a constant reminder of my past when I see people digging for clams and quahogs around the South Shore.
Here is a nice bucket full of soft shell clams spotted this past week at a local beach. Apparently it's a long hike to get to the clams, but well worth it once the clams are boiling in the pot!
Tools of the trade and the spoils