We set out on the mud flats at low tide with a borrowed pair of rakes, looking for keyholes but mostly just randomly raking hoping to get lucky.
We had caught our limit of rockfish (striped bass for everyone not from the bay area) earlier that day, and wanted to get a few clams to take home.
It was the last evening of our recent trip to the shore, and we found ourselves on the way back from the seaside boat ramp covered in rank black mud, with a pile of clams.