Born in Olympia, one weekend my Grandma took me to help her to some part of the bay that was exposed because the tide was out. We picked several limits of something called oysters. You could not walk except that you were standing on them.
We took them home and I helped her shuck them and can them. She also ate may straight out of the shell. I was looking for pearls but never found one.
This would have been in 1953. (Or there abouts)
Yes, Puget Sound was teaming with shell fish and the other kind of fish. But the weather always rained.
My father was in Heaven if he had a beer and a big plate of raw oysters and hot sauce.