My favorite clam saga, provoked by singing the Geoduck (pronounced "Gooey")song, holds that Geoucks were the Jesse Owens' of the bivalve set. You stalk them at low tide by looking for their tell tale bubble. Then you dig, by hand, very hard and very fast as the clam heads lickity split for Mongolia. I've heard Duck digs to approximate bomb craters. Things get spicier when, just as you grab the slimey critter by its long, long neck, the TIDE comes in. While not quite Fundian, tides on the Olympic Peninsula are to be reckoned with. Sometime you win, sometimes the clam wins.
The price to the digger at that time was "a buck a duck". I fondly recall being served "Geoduck Filets" in the Emerald City. More lore in DT under Gooey Duck
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