bigscoop
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- Older blue Excal with full mods, Equinox 800.
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
So I get to the beach late, park the car, get out and start hunting. Suddenly, “Where did that guy come from? Did I not see him?” So move on down the beach, nobody around, a few minutes later, “Where'd that guy come from? Did I somehow not see him?” So I head into the beautiful calm water, which is really rare here, and I start swinging the big dog. A few minutes later I look down the beach and there, about 30 yards in front of me is another guy doing the same thing, and coming straight at me. “Where'd this guy come from, did I not see him? Was he under water holding his breath?” So, I hunt just a short while and then I leave to go find a less crowded place, one I already had in mind.
Ten minutes later I've parked the car and gotten back out onto the beach, coast is clear so I start swinging. Five minutes later I look ahead of me and, “Where did that guy suddenly come from? Did I not see him? Surely I didn't miss that bright orange t-shirt on a wide open beach, did I?” So I alter my course and get in some hunting anyway, sort of just milling around now, plucking a rare target here and there.
About an hour later beach patrol comes driving along informing everyone with a car that they have to get their car off the beach. “Dang! Completely forgot about that and my vehicle is way down there.” So there I go, sort of a swing it here and there on the fast pace thing. Anyway, I get to my car, realize my bladder is about to bust, and so I lock the car and walk briskly to the little boys porta-john, to which there are actually candy bar wrappers sitting on top of a brace next to the full toilet. “Who would eat a candy bar while sitting in this tiny, hot & stinky porta-john?”
So I eventually end up back at my car, where I unlock the tailgate so I can grab me a cold soda. About that time beach patrol drives by behind me, and I do mean right behind me, and they decide it's a good time to turn on that bullhorn again to make the same announcement as before. Scared the bajesus out of me, pop goes everywhere, banged my shin hard on the trailer hitch. But, it is what it is and so I limp to the driver's door, open it up and sit on my sunglasses, “crunch!” No big deal, I have lots more, just not with me. So I start the vehicle up and begin to back out and I hear this “thump.” Apparently, while I was limping and sitting on my sunglasses and cleaning the soda off of me, beach patrol must have moved their beach signs back, right into the driving lane a little behind my vehicle, a little off to the side. No big deal, hurt their sign more then my vehicle.
You know, it was still another great day at the beach.
Ten minutes later I've parked the car and gotten back out onto the beach, coast is clear so I start swinging. Five minutes later I look ahead of me and, “Where did that guy suddenly come from? Did I not see him? Surely I didn't miss that bright orange t-shirt on a wide open beach, did I?” So I alter my course and get in some hunting anyway, sort of just milling around now, plucking a rare target here and there.
About an hour later beach patrol comes driving along informing everyone with a car that they have to get their car off the beach. “Dang! Completely forgot about that and my vehicle is way down there.” So there I go, sort of a swing it here and there on the fast pace thing. Anyway, I get to my car, realize my bladder is about to bust, and so I lock the car and walk briskly to the little boys porta-john, to which there are actually candy bar wrappers sitting on top of a brace next to the full toilet. “Who would eat a candy bar while sitting in this tiny, hot & stinky porta-john?”
So I eventually end up back at my car, where I unlock the tailgate so I can grab me a cold soda. About that time beach patrol drives by behind me, and I do mean right behind me, and they decide it's a good time to turn on that bullhorn again to make the same announcement as before. Scared the bajesus out of me, pop goes everywhere, banged my shin hard on the trailer hitch. But, it is what it is and so I limp to the driver's door, open it up and sit on my sunglasses, “crunch!” No big deal, I have lots more, just not with me. So I start the vehicle up and begin to back out and I hear this “thump.” Apparently, while I was limping and sitting on my sunglasses and cleaning the soda off of me, beach patrol must have moved their beach signs back, right into the driving lane a little behind my vehicle, a little off to the side. No big deal, hurt their sign more then my vehicle.
You know, it was still another great day at the beach.
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