|Here's Dave and his clam gun.|
I always love hanging out at the beach. The smells are amazing. Just think... dry seaweed, crab shells, burnt marshmallows in old campfires. It doesn't get any better than that, does it?
Well that's what I thought until I met Dave from the Shelburne Inn and his buddy. What they brought along with them smelled mighty good. They had clam guns, nets and a bucket, all of them smelled like clams. I signed up right away for clam hunting!
We started by following them to the Beach. But we didn't park. We drove right on the beach and parked in a place where there were other clam hunters. None of them had hunting dogs. I couldn't figure that out. They took out their equipment and I trotted after them closer to the water. I sniffed around for clams but didn't find any. Dave was headed for the waves with his clam gun (was he going to shoot one?)
|Here's what they were after... Razor Clams!|
|Here I am sniffing Dave's catch|
|Here I am safe on the beach after my harrowing experience in the surf.|
Notice I am giving my owner the "stink eye" look!
Love, Hunter Cinnamon
P.S. If you want to go Razor Clam Hunting, here's the information you will need.