Okay, so yesterday was one of several scheduled 'openings' by the Washington Department of Fish & Wildlife for Razor Clamming along the Washington State coast. It afforded a perfect opportunity for some heartfelt 'Male Bonding' among some of the staff of ActiveRain.
We were 'Men-on-a-Mission' as we embarked from the warm confines of my trusty Expedition, heading out to brave the elements, in search of the ever-illusive Razor Clam.
It was quickly evident who the 'newbie' uninitiated were. Jon kept roaming around the beach, like a kid on his first Easter egg hunt. I suppose it would've helped for the more seasoned and experienced of us to actually 'show' him what to do, but we were much to busy digging clams!
While somewhat a slow starter, Bob came to life in the final quarter. His childhood memories of digging clams kicked in, and the evasive bounty was no match for the 'Stewart-Washburn' Clam Tag Team!
I think it's important to note the condition of each hunters clam bag as dusk quickly approached.
The ride back home was equally enjoyable. Luke started up several 'sports-related games, like starting with the number 1, and naming a player who has a jersey with that number. Jon and I were quickly eliminated, so we engaged in some great conversation. Later, Jon suggested a game where someone names a company, and then someone else has to name the CEO. The rest of us agreed that was a really boring idea.
As I think back on our day, there was a point when we were all standing there on the beach, the RAIN pouring down around us, and I thought "How appropriate!"
Ah, male bonding at its best!