dirtlooter
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- Jun 5, 2014
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- XP Deus with 9"LF and 9" HF Coils and 600 Equinox with stock and 6" coils
- Primary Interest:
- Relic Hunting
imagine this, a two car garage that is pretty full of a lot of stuff. There are bins and boxes that are ours from our move that still need to be sorted and put where they need to be. But there is a lot of stuff that is my father's that he hasn't gotten yet. You can walk around but it is tight. The lighting is low wattage bulbs that leave it rather dark so the wife and I are using flashlights to see better as we search for something that inside one of these bins or boxes. My wife is still griping about the walking sticks (stick like harmless bugs). She had freaked out twice from one falling on her. So, she is on her knees near the end of her trail, looking into a box while I am at another spot. She has been having problems with her flashlight and is muttering something under her breath.
Suddenly all hell breaks loose as she begins screaming bloody murder and things are getting knocked over left and right. I am thinking it is too cold to be a snake and I realize something is going by me very fast. My flashlight barely catches our cat streaking by with a plastic bag around it. The wife has managed to kill her flashlight and is still freaking out and demanding my help. Now I can't help myself and I am laughing, Okay, I am laughing hard and my wife is getting a little angry with me. She is on a dark spot with stuff all over her and she can't see very well to get up. I make my way to her and help her up in time to see the cat calmly walking back through. I explain that it was the cat with a bag on it and my wife finally begins to calm down. Then she finally laughs and admits that she was very glad that she had already gone to the bathroom. We finally found the bag but gave up on finding what we were originally looking for. However, we both got our heart rates up. The cat? she went back to her prowling.
Suddenly all hell breaks loose as she begins screaming bloody murder and things are getting knocked over left and right. I am thinking it is too cold to be a snake and I realize something is going by me very fast. My flashlight barely catches our cat streaking by with a plastic bag around it. The wife has managed to kill her flashlight and is still freaking out and demanding my help. Now I can't help myself and I am laughing, Okay, I am laughing hard and my wife is getting a little angry with me. She is on a dark spot with stuff all over her and she can't see very well to get up. I make my way to her and help her up in time to see the cat calmly walking back through. I explain that it was the cat with a bag on it and my wife finally begins to calm down. Then she finally laughs and admits that she was very glad that she had already gone to the bathroom. We finally found the bag but gave up on finding what we were originally looking for. However, we both got our heart rates up. The cat? she went back to her prowling.
