bigscoop
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- Jun 4, 2010
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- Older blue Excal with full mods, Equinox 800.
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
I love nearly everything this hobby, even the numerous scars around my ankles, shins, and feet from those runaway sand scoop buckets. I mean, whatās not to like? Nine laboring scoops in the deep soft sand with the surf knocking me around and the target suddenly disappears ā no problem, I just smile, laugh it off with a few harsh words and resume the enjoyable hunt. Iāve always got a bottle of Advil in the truck.
Stainless steel scoop over my shoulder, metal detector strapped to my arm, Iāve walked at least a mile from where I parked the truck and now that unexpected lightening storm is right overhead and violently painting the sky. Every time those bolts of blue fire streak across the sky my butt cheeks get so tight itās a wonder I can walk at all. By the way, where, exactly, did I park the truck?
Three hours of swinging the coil without so much as a solid chirp and the nice lady says to me, āLooks like youāre enjoying yourself.ā The first reply that comes to mind is, āYOU HAVE NO IDEA JUST HOW CORRECT YOU ARE!ā I donāt think I actually screamed that reply. Maybe I did since she didnāt seem to stay around long? I enjoy the challenge - of trying to control my frustration.
Fatigue. Itās a word I never knew when I was younger. During my mid-years I simply considered the hobby to be good exercise, a great way of staying in shape. This year Iām starting to realize it didnāt work. If I hunt too long these days I often leave the beach feeling like one of those stiff scarecrows you see standing in the edge of someoneās garden or cornfield. Upper arms pointed out, forearms hanging straight down. Luckily I can still get the cap off the Advil.
Foolers. Nothing I love more then to see the glitter of gold in the bottom of my scoop, no real letdown when I notice upon closer inspection that the gold is flaking off. Thatās the one nice thing about pull tabs ā they present a good mid-tone, theyāre easily identifiable to the eye, and thereās no big surprise and no let-down in the end. Sounds like a pull tab, looks like a pull tab, yep, itās a pull tab. Success all around!
Rough surf & late midnight hunts. Iāll wait to comment on these two issues the next time Iām so bored or so overly motivated that I decide to encounter either of them. Wasnāt always like that but Iāve convinced myself that Iāve just gotten much smarter in recent years. Sort of helps me make sense out of that old saying that with age comes wisdom. Really it simply means; if youāre getting too damn old to handle it then donāt do it. But I like the age and wisdom excuse much better. Low tide is around 2am this morning. Are you kidding.
Yep, I love everything about this hobby.
Stainless steel scoop over my shoulder, metal detector strapped to my arm, Iāve walked at least a mile from where I parked the truck and now that unexpected lightening storm is right overhead and violently painting the sky. Every time those bolts of blue fire streak across the sky my butt cheeks get so tight itās a wonder I can walk at all. By the way, where, exactly, did I park the truck?
Three hours of swinging the coil without so much as a solid chirp and the nice lady says to me, āLooks like youāre enjoying yourself.ā The first reply that comes to mind is, āYOU HAVE NO IDEA JUST HOW CORRECT YOU ARE!ā I donāt think I actually screamed that reply. Maybe I did since she didnāt seem to stay around long? I enjoy the challenge - of trying to control my frustration.
Fatigue. Itās a word I never knew when I was younger. During my mid-years I simply considered the hobby to be good exercise, a great way of staying in shape. This year Iām starting to realize it didnāt work. If I hunt too long these days I often leave the beach feeling like one of those stiff scarecrows you see standing in the edge of someoneās garden or cornfield. Upper arms pointed out, forearms hanging straight down. Luckily I can still get the cap off the Advil.
Foolers. Nothing I love more then to see the glitter of gold in the bottom of my scoop, no real letdown when I notice upon closer inspection that the gold is flaking off. Thatās the one nice thing about pull tabs ā they present a good mid-tone, theyāre easily identifiable to the eye, and thereās no big surprise and no let-down in the end. Sounds like a pull tab, looks like a pull tab, yep, itās a pull tab. Success all around!
Rough surf & late midnight hunts. Iāll wait to comment on these two issues the next time Iām so bored or so overly motivated that I decide to encounter either of them. Wasnāt always like that but Iāve convinced myself that Iāve just gotten much smarter in recent years. Sort of helps me make sense out of that old saying that with age comes wisdom. Really it simply means; if youāre getting too damn old to handle it then donāt do it. But I like the age and wisdom excuse much better. Low tide is around 2am this morning. Are you kidding.
Yep, I love everything about this hobby.
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