Lowbatts
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5 hours into the hunt we (Mayo and I) were still trying to figure out which junky signals would return the goods, since the good signals were returning the junk. Then Mayo let out a little yelp and I went over to see him cursing the bumblebee. He unearthed it on a good signal that turned out to be junk. Man that bee was mad, but was too tired to fly.
He did get a wheatie or two, only to lose one, and I got this sweet mother of pearl tie tac way down in the nether-dirt. Mayo also found a broken cross, and a cluster find in a small pile that included panty hose, panties, safety razor and cigar tube. Then a crackhead appeared and we left that park for another, his soul-less stare and torched-glass affect compelled us to move on.
We started where we left off, this time though the clad was coming much more steadily but a curious pit bull became our constant digging companion, often waiting until I pinpointed the target then sitting on the exact spot. Hmmm, M-O-O-N, that's how I spell dilemma. Try as I might he seemed intent on protecting the sunken wealth of Elginites gone by. Saw what I thought was a worm but it turned out to be a dekay snake, barely enough life left in it to wiggle, perhaps dropped by a passing bird who may also have mistaken it for lunch in front of me.
A few bucks in clad, an old tie tac, a couple wheaties, some downy woodpeckers and a beautiful day to play outside. Unless you were playing for Da Bears....
He did get a wheatie or two, only to lose one, and I got this sweet mother of pearl tie tac way down in the nether-dirt. Mayo also found a broken cross, and a cluster find in a small pile that included panty hose, panties, safety razor and cigar tube. Then a crackhead appeared and we left that park for another, his soul-less stare and torched-glass affect compelled us to move on.
We started where we left off, this time though the clad was coming much more steadily but a curious pit bull became our constant digging companion, often waiting until I pinpointed the target then sitting on the exact spot. Hmmm, M-O-O-N, that's how I spell dilemma. Try as I might he seemed intent on protecting the sunken wealth of Elginites gone by. Saw what I thought was a worm but it turned out to be a dekay snake, barely enough life left in it to wiggle, perhaps dropped by a passing bird who may also have mistaken it for lunch in front of me.
A few bucks in clad, an old tie tac, a couple wheaties, some downy woodpeckers and a beautiful day to play outside. Unless you were playing for Da Bears....