MidMoTreasure
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- Joined
- Jul 2, 2012
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- Location
- Mid-Missouri
- Detector(s) used
- Minelab CTX 3030, Minelab E-Trac, Garrett Super Sluice, Banjo Pan
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
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When I go digging, I am not a big “top gear” guy. I have cheap knee pads, a 75-cent Menard’s nail apron, old shirt/hat and cheap shoes. The only things I pay up for are my socks (Darn Tough) and my pants. I have a particular pair of Duluth Trading firehose pants with the kneepad inserts that I paid more than I’ll ever admit for, and I enjoy them in the field. Tough, comfy, and plenty of pockets.
Well, I was out digging the old, abandoned fairgrounds and the ground was soupy – so soupy that the mud lapped over my knee pads when I knelt down. To compensate, I would crouch down with a wide stance to get my target out of the plug. I bent down on one particular hole and heard a distressing tearing sound from my general pants area. I was livid. These pants cost me the equivalent of three cases of Busch Light and a jumbo bag of pork rinds, they should NOT be ripping the crotch out of them so easily.
I stood up and inspected the area, fearing the worst. To my surprise, my britches were intact. But what, then, was that horrible ripping sound? Upon further inspection, I found that I had tore the seam out of my drawers and turned them into that style of underpants that the ladies at the cathouse like to wear. I shed them and finished the hunt commando (found some silver too). Maybe I should check in the future to see if my undies are way past their serviceable life before wearing them to go digging.
Well, I was out digging the old, abandoned fairgrounds and the ground was soupy – so soupy that the mud lapped over my knee pads when I knelt down. To compensate, I would crouch down with a wide stance to get my target out of the plug. I bent down on one particular hole and heard a distressing tearing sound from my general pants area. I was livid. These pants cost me the equivalent of three cases of Busch Light and a jumbo bag of pork rinds, they should NOT be ripping the crotch out of them so easily.
I stood up and inspected the area, fearing the worst. To my surprise, my britches were intact. But what, then, was that horrible ripping sound? Upon further inspection, I found that I had tore the seam out of my drawers and turned them into that style of underpants that the ladies at the cathouse like to wear. I shed them and finished the hunt commando (found some silver too). Maybe I should check in the future to see if my undies are way past their serviceable life before wearing them to go digging.
