Mike grew up clamming the California coast, though my first experience with that activity was chasing horseneck clams with him as a newlywed back in the 1980s. I can't say I loved digging in muddy sand in pursuit of the flaccid, phallic-looking critters, but I sure did enjoy the chowder and fried concoctions Mike made from them.
Razor clams were a new variety for both of us to try. When Doug and Carolyn, generational coastal Oregonians, invited us to camp with them and a group of friends who met annually at Ft. Stevens State Park to hunt for this elusive delicacy, we took them up on it.
The annual razor clam hunt was held the first weekend in June, a special event when no licenses were required and camping was free at Oregon state parks.
Mike and I packed up our trailer and rolled out to join the group at Fort Steve…
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