Real de Tayopa Tropical Tramp
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JACKO
Peeps:
Last night I received distressing news, my friend JACKO has passed on to the detectorist's paradise. He apparently passed on in his sleep.
Jacko, I will miss your posts as well as our friendship.
As usual, I kept putting off our jaunt to see some of your projects until Sept., now it will never be, sigh.
I have enjoyed your almost childlike fertile imagination in that you could see Spanish marking in almost any anomaly. We played "looking at the clouds" several times, especially when we met in Tucson,. it was fun, even if I did gently poke fun at you once or twice.
As Kipling said in Gunga Din. I have flayed you ------ but by the living God that made you, You are a better man than I ---. In many ways this is all too true my friend.
We cannot afford to lose people like you in the treasure hunting strata, our loss, through you, diminishes each of us a bit.
The old school , represented by yourself, is fast disappearing. The new school, while fine people, are different, they will never know the freedoms we had in both travel and detecting, as well as the opportunities.
Farewell my friend JACKO, may I always see your face in the clouds whenever I take the time to really look and enjoy them.
I promise to do this at every opportunity as you have so cheerfully taught me to do so again, despite much criticism on your posts, my friend.
Hasta Luego, Auf weidersehen, Sayanara my friend.
Tropical Tramp
Snifff
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Peeps:
Last night I received distressing news, my friend JACKO has passed on to the detectorist's paradise. He apparently passed on in his sleep.
Jacko, I will miss your posts as well as our friendship.
As usual, I kept putting off our jaunt to see some of your projects until Sept., now it will never be, sigh.
I have enjoyed your almost childlike fertile imagination in that you could see Spanish marking in almost any anomaly. We played "looking at the clouds" several times, especially when we met in Tucson,. it was fun, even if I did gently poke fun at you once or twice.
As Kipling said in Gunga Din. I have flayed you ------ but by the living God that made you, You are a better man than I ---. In many ways this is all too true my friend.
We cannot afford to lose people like you in the treasure hunting strata, our loss, through you, diminishes each of us a bit.
The old school , represented by yourself, is fast disappearing. The new school, while fine people, are different, they will never know the freedoms we had in both travel and detecting, as well as the opportunities.
Farewell my friend JACKO, may I always see your face in the clouds whenever I take the time to really look and enjoy them.
I promise to do this at every opportunity as you have so cheerfully taught me to do so again, despite much criticism on your posts, my friend.
Hasta Luego, Auf weidersehen, Sayanara my friend.
Tropical Tramp
Snifff
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