Peachy
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- Joined
- Feb 16, 2015
- Messages
- 194
- Reaction score
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- Location
- High Lonesome
- Detector(s) used
- Whites XLT
- Primary Interest:
- Metal Detecting
- #1
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It's a beautiful spring morning as my coil cuts a visible path through the dew. I'm soaked from the knees down. The threshold sings a lovely song in my ears. I've found a small handful of aged coins,looks like a near perfect day! "Hey mister, what ya looking for?" I look up to see a Beaver Cleaver and Larry Mondello type pair of eleven somethings. "Snakes" I reply. "Really?" Thinking again, "Radiation leak". "Can I have it?", "Hey mister, are you poor?" For the next thirty minutes or so I don't need a pinpointer. Now don't get me wrong, I like children. Heck, I've got one of my own. He's grown up and engaged now. But anyway, I do like kids and am always eager to maybe spark an interest in the hobby. So I let them (as if I had a choice) follow, lead and get in the way. "Well guys, I think that I'm about done BING here. Shoot, thats a good one. BING BING Oh my. "what are you looking for?" " Your Mother". My question is this, how do you folks handle Klingons?
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