My grandfather taught me and my cousins how to dig for "squirts" on Annisquam Beach of Cape Ann, Massachusetts, in the early 1960s.  An awful lot of work to get enough "squirts" to make a bushel of steamers, the way he would cook them back at the house.  I presume he learned this from his father, and so on back.  They did taste better than what you could get at the store.

 

D. Babson

 



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	Although I am always reluctant to add to the clutter with personal chatter, I

	will contribute to this conversation.  As a child, I used to walk the mud

	flats at low tide on Narragansett Bay, and watch for the little squirts of

	water.  When I would see such, we would dig like mad to catch the clam before

	it burrowed deeper.  We could easily fill a little pail full, and take them

	home for steaming.

	

	Roberta Greenwood