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I was extremely lucky as a child in that my father used a meager inheritance from his step-mothers estate to buy a cottage in Eastham, on the bay side, in Sunset Village. Of course many people here know the tide goes out ther sometimes 1 1/2 miles, all fertile clam flats, those sandbars used to be. Because other than having money to buy the cottage my parents didn't have much for anything else. So, consequently, I first and then my brother, methodically pillaged those sandbars, and eel grass beds for every clam they had hidden there to suplement the weekly budget. If you were willing to walk out further, or as far as you could go at low tide you could actually pick up quahogs in the same area at high tide where the draggers would be dredging the bottom. From the third sandbar to the 10th or 12th bar if one dared you could dig for razor clams, which were good for bait. Sticking your index and middle finger into the sand about two inches away from the little football shaped hole at a forty five degree angle, the angle was necessary so your fingers would hit the razor clam as it went down on its hole to escape your fingers. If you weren't fast enough the slice at the top of those didgits could be serious.
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