port ewen ace
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- All Treasure Hunting
at "Big Deep" they're STANDING in line for a haircut---- time well spent, EHHHH!
the forest is tranquil as leaves fall-------
but, this digger upset the quiet balance of peace and chaos when the FIRST hit of the hunt was this cutie with the great legs
she was reposing at 6" with her right breast nurturing the soil
, brown like a clad until I caressed her to reveal a glimpse or her firm white thigh -----
then the
when I gaze at what is now my only dated dug SLQ----- got a 1927 in a box of qtrs a few months back 
not to get too excited lest I become jaded in my quest for a decent day of fishin' the forest--- I proceed to the next hit, and standing in the same spot, another faint 87 only 10" from the 1st hole.
now ___________ this isn't real, this isn't happening------------- I say to myself--- looking to get into an argument with the only person there
sho nuff, after penetrating the roots & rocks, at 8" down --- another brown quarter pops out of the not so barren soil.
again with the gentle rub to ---again, reveal the white edge of this well traveled chunk O' silva
2 holes 2 stunners--- yea, I aint's no slacker--- so on with the show---
I get $0.00 in CRAD & these 2 pathetic wheats
dug copious shotgun brass, a few busted liquor bottles with their caps intact and some fencing along the stone wall property line
a few shots of the parking area---- if you look hard-- you may see forest nymphs scampering from tree to tree in their attempt at modesty
the forest is tranquil as leaves fall-------
but, this digger upset the quiet balance of peace and chaos when the FIRST hit of the hunt was this cutie with the great legs
she was reposing at 6" with her right breast nurturing the soil
, brown like a clad until I caressed her to reveal a glimpse or her firm white thigh ----- then the
when I gaze at what is now my only dated dug SLQ----- got a 1927 in a box of qtrs a few months back not to get too excited lest I become jaded in my quest for a decent day of fishin' the forest--- I proceed to the next hit, and standing in the same spot, another faint 87 only 10" from the 1st hole.
now ___________ this isn't real, this isn't happening------------- I say to myself--- looking to get into an argument with the only person there
sho nuff, after penetrating the roots & rocks, at 8" down --- another brown quarter pops out of the not so barren soil.
again with the gentle rub to ---again, reveal the white edge of this well traveled chunk O' silva
2 holes 2 stunners--- yea, I aint's no slacker--- so on with the show---
I get $0.00 in CRAD & these 2 pathetic wheats
dug copious shotgun brass, a few busted liquor bottles with their caps intact and some fencing along the stone wall property line
a few shots of the parking area---- if you look hard-- you may see forest nymphs scampering from tree to tree in their attempt at modesty
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