panelman
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Its a moonlit spring night 1939 in Northern WI.. Dad sent me down to the lake with some new spearheads and I cut the shafts from some saplings along the way. From the small bluff I see the walleyes spashing the shore. Dad said, "take a look around I've heard the wardens have been watching the lake". I sat behind the big maple, pulled the string and spearheads from my pocket and tied them on. I could have sworn I had 3. I peak around the maple tree, all clear, walleyes, here I come.................
Imagining how it was lost, we all do it , don't we? Its the history I love.
1 hr. search, one 6" deep dig. 3 Wheaties 1916 / 1937 / 1939 and
one spear head (or so I think)
I only wish that kid had some silver.
Imagining how it was lost, we all do it , don't we? Its the history I love.
1 hr. search, one 6" deep dig. 3 Wheaties 1916 / 1937 / 1939 and
one spear head (or so I think)
I only wish that kid had some silver.
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