Well, you all wanted the story, here it is..........
It was late November when I was at a buddies house (Rusty, my 08' goat hunting partner) and we were kicking around some Ideas (yes, there was beer involved ) and I came up with a "hey, lets go clamming!" We both love clam digging so we grabbed the tide book and low and behold there was a -5.1 tide in January, PERFECT! But, it was at 1:30am, so no biggie we'll use head lamps and lantern's. Cool! Done deal lets roll with it! So we suckered another buddy of ours in , Dwight (he had the zodiac) and we made the plan. We were to go to Ninilchik state camp ground and head out to the "island" were we usually go. We arrive to temps about 20* and a nice wind of about 15mph. We got the zodiac all blown up and all the gear loaded, now we just had to wait for the low tide. We left the truck around 12:00am and started to wade out into the water heading for the island (not seeing it made this very hard to find) we split up in different directions trying to use the radio tower light as a guide. Let me tell you what, wading around in hip waders in the cook inlet in the pitch dark with a head lamp and lantern by your self is VERY FREAKY! Finally I hear Dwight yelling, "HERE IT IS, COME ON". He is about 100yrd away and we all meet up on the Island. After getting our gear figured out and finally finding the Island we wasted about 2.5hrs. We start looking around and the dimples are every where! We start digging and the clams keep coming up. Dwight said "lets head over to the other end", OK, sure we always do great over there. After a 15yr walk Dwight stops and says, "be right back" and he heads to the zodiac and stuffs a oar in the sand and ties off the bow line to it, (this saved our lives!". Long story short, we are loaded with clams and the surf is starting to pound the Island right behind us. We had a lantern that wasn't working very well set next to the boat, looked up and there was no glowing light, huh, it probably just finally crapped out for good, yea, you're probably right, (NOPE IT'S CALLED THE TIDE SWAMPED IT) so we did heading back to the boat. I start to notice the waves crashing around us (like a horse shoe shape from behind us) I am thinking, this doesn't sound right, guys, I'm gonna go find the boat, OK, cool we'll be right there, just a few more clams to go. I head off to find the boat but all I keep running into is WATER! NO BOAT!!!!! Now, any of you know the place I am talking about, it's a LONG WAY TO MAIN SHORE, WAY TO LONG TO SWIM AND SURVIVE! I start to panic a bit, OK, ALOT! I yelled for rusty and Dwight and told them the boat is gone! Here they come at full speed! We split up and started to wade out, I made it out maybe 80yrds with the water right at the top of my waders when I see the boat bobbing in the waves, I head straight to it and the water crests the top of my boots, BBEEERRRRRRR! Finally make it to the zodiac and the water is now belly button high and frickin cold! I meet back up with rusty and Dwight and we all get in, now we just need to find all of our gear and clams! After about 30 minutes of paddling around we were able to get all the buckets of clams back and all the gear minus one glove and one spare coat. By now we are freezing to death, all of us are soaked from the arm pits down. We start towards the beach, don't know how long we did this but, we butted up against a huge rock out there and kept paddling going no where! After turning on a headlamp to look around we all see how stupid we were . No one could paddle any more due to exhaustion/hypothermia so we went straight in to the beach and started dragging the boat on the beach, upon reaching the truck we could hardly move, took everything to get undressed and change cloths. Once in the running truck we sat there and each took a shot or two of Schnapps and not one word was said at all until after we got home. Quit the sobering moment. I look back on that trip every now and then and we have a beer when we are down there "digging in the summer time" and we both get quite for a while. Each one of us knows how close the 3 of us came to never seeing each other again.
So, NO CLAMMING AT NIGHT, PERIOD!!!!!!
P.S. This story was modified, there were a ton of "F" Bombs and well as others that were being said at the time.