Geoducks ... truly a Northwest fenomena! I grew up on the Northwest beaches. As the late and great Ivar Haglund used to say: "when the tide is out ... the table is set!" I was digging goeducks as soon as I could toddle. And my Mother could cook goeducks in ways you couldn't believe. We'd lug them home, some were so huge we had to get the nehbors team and wagon to carry them from the house. Dad had to go back to the beack with a bulldozer to fill in the holes after we'd dug them! Mom would grind the necks for gallons of wonderful chowder. Mt task was to beat the "digger" untill it was tender ... this took several days. After the body meat was fillted, Mom rolled it in sugar, breadcrumbs, egg batter and set it to cooking. Her Goeduck dinners were so populiar that the local fire dept. used to set arson fires just so they could stop by and see if we were alright ... Mom usually had places already set at the table for them. Yeeh! ... Goeducks, how I miss them. In fact, if I could have one right now, I'd even trade my favorite spelling dictionary for it! CHEERS, Bob