Pioneer Potluck: About Ben’s Boat and clam digging

Part 1

Year 1971 - Homer, Alaska


“Hey ya’ all. This is Ben. You guys wanna’ go clam diggin’ in Homer tomorrow?”

“Sure, we will meet you in Eagle River.”

We piled our clam digging stuff in the motor home and met Ben and Nadene. They were pulling Ben’s flat bottom river boat with the big old yellow school bus, equipped with the necessary comforts of living away from home. Ben made aluminum flat bottom river boats and sold them. They were wonderful and roomy with inboard jet motors.

We made several stops on our way to Homer, just goofing off. It was late when we got to Homer and we parked, as you could do in those days, on the beach across from the Salty Dog Saloon on the Homer Spit. We made plans that night for clam digging across the bay, around a big campfire, telling stories until the wee hours.

Next morning, not so early, we launched the river boat in the launching area of the marina on the other side of the Salty Dog. It was a glorious warm day, glassy water, not a breeze. We reached the area we had planned to dig clams. We dug and we dug. We stopped and had a picnic. Ben’s idea of a picnic was “what-bread,” two pieces of “blonee” and big thick slice of onion with lots of “man-naice.”

Then we dug and dug some more. We had only three buckets with us, and in those days we were allowed 60 razor clams each. I think there was no limit on the butter clams or any type of other clams or mussels. We hit the jackpot and each got our limit of razor clams, plus a big variety of other clams. We did not have a place to put all the clams, so Ben turned the cover of the inboard motor over and made a big holding area for all the clams. One side of the cover was open. We piled them in, heaping them to the back side of the cover behind the two back seats. Time came to head home.

We were tired and sun-burned and hungry for a big clam feed around another big campfire on the beach next to the water where the yellow bus was parked. We made our way across the beautiful glassy water, singing songs and enjoying every bit of what was left of the day.

Coming across the water, Ben in all his wisdom, spotted his old yellow bus. He decided he could beach the boat on the beach close to the bus, instead of at the marina, and then we would not have to carry all those clams up the steep steps of the marina and across the parking lots, across the Spit road, to the old yellow bus. He pushed the throttle into full forward and we took off faster and faster. He thought he could land the boat right down from the yellow bus. My husband, in all his wisdom, saw what Ben was about to do, put his arm across me and told, me, “Brace yourself and HANG on!”

Nadene in the front next to Ben was saying “Whee-Whee!” She loved to go fast in anything!

We hit the beach at full throttle and we STOPPED! No sliding, no gliding. We stopped like a huge suction cup was attached to the bottom of the boat. We were forced forward, and ended up hanging over the tops of the front seat. My husband had his arms over Ben’s shoulders and my hands were in the seat where Nadene WAS. She had been shoved under the dashboard in the bow of the boat and was sitting cross legged and stooped over, peeking out, wondering what in the world happened.

Just as fast as we hit the beach, we started getting pelted with clams, gunk from the inlet water, mud and sand that was in the bottom of the motor cover. It was raining clams!

We pushed ourselves back into our seats. Nadene crawled out from under her little home under the dashboard and Ben, with the steering wheel in his hand, turned, steering wheel STILL in his hands — it had broken off — yelled, “Is anyone hurt? Is anyone hurt?” 

He did not fully comprehend that he was turning around and looking to see if anyone was hurt with the steering wheel still held in a driving position.

Nadene crawled back up on the seat full of clam gunk, muddy water and bits and pieces of clam shells hanging off her. She turned and attacked Ben with her open hand, creaming in her Texas accent. “Lookee! LOOKee wat’ ya’ don! Ben! Lookee lookee!”

She kept beating on him. We all looked at each other, Ben still with his broken steering wheel in his hands, gunk dripping off everyone, and we started to laugh. We laughed uncontrollably!

We laughed so hard that Nadene stopped beating on Ben and seeing the humor, pointing at us and started laughing. Ben was still in total shock still had a death grip on the steering wheel.

To be continued next week ...

The series is written by a 44 year resident of Alaska, Ann Berg of Nikiski. Ann shares her collections of recipes from family and friends.  She has gathered recipes for more that 50 years.  Some are her own creation.

Her love of recipes and food came from her Mother, a self taught wonderful cook.

She hopes you enjoy the recipes and that the stories will bring a smile to your day.

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Campfire Clam, Fish, Crab, and Shrimp Stew

Prepare 1 pound of halibut or salmon, or both, skinned and cut in large pieces.

Scrub 1 dozen clams of every variety.  Scrub crab, break into leg pieces.

Depending on the number of hungry people the campfire gathers, you may have to double this.

In a very large pot over low campfire heat, simmer:

1 cup onions chopped
1 cup celery chopped
2 cups tomatoes chopped or 2 cans diced tomatoes
2 cans chicken broth
1/2 cup white wine or water1 lemon sliced
2 tsp garlic salt
1 tsp minced garlic
3 whole peppercorns
1 bay leaf.

Simmer one half-hour and add in this order:

Clams simmer 3 minutes - covered

Lay salmon and halibut on top of clams simmer 5 minutes until clams open. (Covered)

Lay in Crab and shrimp, cover, simmer 3 to 5 minutes until the shrimp turn pink.  This goes quickly – do not over cook and watch closely as your DO NOT want the pot to boil.  Basically steam the fish and shell fish.  

Scoop into big bowls.  Pass the Parmesan Cheese, campfire toasted garlic bread, a spoon and a napkin.  Find a rock or a log and eat as you listen to the “oohhs” and “ahhs” and the gentle swish of the tide as the sun goes down over the water.  It makes you smile and you have instant friends.

Linguine with White Clam Sauce

1/4 cup olive oil
1 to 3 finely chopped garlic cloves, (2 tsp minced)
2 cups clam juice
1/2 cups white wine or water or chicken broth 
1 tsp thyme
Pepper to taste
2 to 3 cans of chopped or minced clams with liquid drained
1/2 cup parsley
One pkg of linguine noodles cooked – keep hot

Heat oil and sautee garlic one minute.

Add drained clam liquid and clam juice, thyme, pepper to garlic.

Simmer 5 minutes.

Add clams and parsley, simmer until heated through.

Spoon sauce over noodles and pass the Parmesan Cheese.

Green salad with tomatoes and Italian dressing go well with this.

Tis soo good!

Fast Track Clam Chowder

Sautee in 1 teaspoon butter in a large sauce pan:

1 cup onion chopped
1/2 cup clery chopped


2 cans Potato soup or Cream of Mushroom soup
3 cans canned milk
3 cans minced clams with liquid
1 tsp lemon juice
1/4 tsp thyme and black peper

Heat slowly and do not boil. Lade into deep bowls. Dot with butter. Sprinkle with parsley and pass the oyster cracker. Diced crumbled bacon and shredded cheese may also be added.