It's a gorgeous sunny day here so we took a long neighborhood walk down to Manitou Beach because it's super low tide. I hoped to dig up a geoduck, but Dave wasn't fully briefed in on the objective. He thought we were just going to linger on the exposed tideflats. Sam and I got spit on and started to dig (the geoducks spit up a huge spout of water, sometimes 3 ft high, if you step near their hole) and so we started digging a moat around them. The idea is then to dig inward toward the spout hole and trap it. But man those guys are fast for huge clams! We tried three times and failed each time! Sam even tunneled his arm straight down a spout hole to try and grab the long neck, but the suction got him. He almost lost an arm down there! We did dig up this long worm, which we haven't identified yet. Davey made motions of helping with the geoduck, but was rather uncommitted. This is the sort of adventure you have to just go for, all out. You're going to get dirty and wet, and your hands are going to smell like clam or tideflat ecology for the rest of the day. I have mud all over me from boys helping to dig. I also don't believe in using man-made tools to dig these guys up. If you need a huge pipe to trap them, post-hole diggers and shovels, then you shouldn't be doing it. I dig with a clam shell until my hands are raw. Oh well - glad they won the day! We think that you should dig for the clam giving off the highest spout - it is likely closest to the surface. Another day we'll get you, geoduck!