everything's more fun in rubber pants! especially clamming! i'm holding up my official license here. i'm also holding up pat's rubber pants.
okay. if you've never clammed, you've never lived. or smelled of clams for days. anyhow, that's the tube you use to get those rascals out of the sand. or, to make awesome sand tubes. your choice.
our friend pat took us down to the beach on joren's birthday, which coincided with a KACT: kick ass clam tide (super low tide). he's old school. see, he's got a crooked shovel instead of a pvc tube. i will remind you, however, crooked shovel = no awesome sand tubes. 
uh huh. i caught my limit. 15 clam-a-roos. i've reverted back to my regular "mole eyes" for this photo. the rest of the morning i was using "clam eyes". 
the best job ever! cutting open the clams while they're still wiggling and scraping out their unidentifiable squiggly things and clam poo.
