bigscoop
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- Older blue Excal with full mods, Equinox 800.
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- All Treasure Hunting
It was 6:51pm when I finally pulled into the parking lot at Faker Beach, two spicy looking dames giving me the once-over as they casually strolled by, and I do mean once and it was immediately over. Sure, they were wearing bling, the brilliant shades of white and yellow around their ankles, fingers, and necks glistening under the hot July sun as they wiggled past. Both of them were blonds and the joke was about to be on me, imagine that.
I counted thirty-eight bodies still on the beach, most of them adult males between ages the of 30 and 60, all of them enjoying the chest deep water, a few kids splashing about in the shallows. From the look of things the beach had been quite busy the past few days, raked and smoothed out on Monday and now looking like an entire herd of buffalo had passed through, trash cans overflowing. Yep, things were looking rather promising.
Wet suit, gloves, wading shoes, detector, scoop, finds-pouch and I was ready to go get to it, the water laying flat and clear and begging me to enter, an appealing invitation that I quickly accepted. Thirty-minutes later and I was still looking for my first target and I didn't much care what it was, wet glistening blind shaking and shimmering in the sunlight all around me. And then suddenly, BANG, my first target, a quarter to get the ball rolling. The rest of my evening yielded a beer can, a dime, a dime, a pull -tab, a penny, and then a man's aluminum Christian ring that was quickly followed by a man's Tungsten junker ring, and that was it! I fared no better the previous night. “FAKERS! PHONIES! FRAUDS! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES!”
.....Case Closed!

I counted thirty-eight bodies still on the beach, most of them adult males between ages the of 30 and 60, all of them enjoying the chest deep water, a few kids splashing about in the shallows. From the look of things the beach had been quite busy the past few days, raked and smoothed out on Monday and now looking like an entire herd of buffalo had passed through, trash cans overflowing. Yep, things were looking rather promising.
Wet suit, gloves, wading shoes, detector, scoop, finds-pouch and I was ready to go get to it, the water laying flat and clear and begging me to enter, an appealing invitation that I quickly accepted. Thirty-minutes later and I was still looking for my first target and I didn't much care what it was, wet glistening blind shaking and shimmering in the sunlight all around me. And then suddenly, BANG, my first target, a quarter to get the ball rolling. The rest of my evening yielded a beer can, a dime, a dime, a pull -tab, a penny, and then a man's aluminum Christian ring that was quickly followed by a man's Tungsten junker ring, and that was it! I fared no better the previous night. “FAKERS! PHONIES! FRAUDS! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES!”


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