Yeah, that pond’s okay, but it’s mostly raked out,” the guy at Coop’s Bait & Tackle was telling me. He was right: a few days earlier, I had been standing in nearby Sengekontacket Pond, a tidal pond on ...

Add Yahoo as a preferred source to see more of our stories on Google. With a rake in one hand and a cooler bag in the other, I climbed out of a kayak ready to go clamming for the first time. I was ...

Sammy held the dark, odd-shaped, deep brown clump of stuff in his hand, showed it to me and said, ”Grandpa, is this doo-doo?” “NO-NO, no doo- doo, absolutely not,” I said. “It’s pure, clean, good mud.

For those of us who have difficulty finding peace while sitting in one place, clamming can be an unexpected escape. By Kim Gooden On these dark winter evenings, when the end of the day has crept up ...

Clam-digging is almost universally misunderstood, it seems to me, even in clam-adjacent locales such as Long Island, where few seem capable of articulating digging’s charms, and fewer still can ...

6am Monday morning the water is smooth as glass. The cold night has been replaced by the chill of early morning as we cruise across the Great Egg Bay on my buddy's seventeen foot Carolina skiff. He ...

With a rake in one hand and a cooler bag in the other, I climbed out of a kayak ready to go clamming for the first time. I was with 18 others, all ready to rake and probe the sandbars off the warm ...