leslie(nova scotia)
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- Location
- lower sackville,nova scotia
- Detector(s) used
- Garretts only
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
Good Friday. A misnomer to say the least! A cascade of dark clouds meandered across the eerie sky. A strong wind bustled through the trees causing them to moan and groan; even louder then the swinger of the Black Coil of Garrett. A lone mangy mongrel skirted across the pitch taking a quick glance at the effigy of a human swinging then darted into the wooded area. A steady drizzle driven by the wind enveloped the swinger who did not seem to mind the free shower. A ball was being had, then another and another and yet another filling up both pockets to bulge with the goods. A clear distinct sound erupted through the headphones of the digger who retrieved his first coin of the dig which was repeated a multitude of times. After a half hour the digger was soaked and headed to the woods to water the horse. Aware of the surrounding noises of the forest he looked over his shoulder to see a most horrific sight in the form of an aberration; demented "Happy face." The swinger did his business and limped back to continue his addiction. "Holes. Must dig holes."
Heading back to the pitch the swinger of the black coil dug some more while getting slower and slower due to ...was it from being water logged or old age with lack of stamina setting in. A few more holes and the digger retreated to his trusty wheels, got in and drove home to emerge his scarred body in hot water.
Saturday was yet another wild windy April day. The weather however was bright with sunshine and no rain. The arena of this battle was the shoreline in several different theaters of conflict. More balls but no monsters staring back at him this time. Relaxed the digger did what he did best by swinging the black coil and unearthing the enemy in various conditions from pristine to severely wounded and cruddy! Got a helping hand as well and a hook to help the swinger get over the walls surrounding the low tide area. As expected, as anticipated by the swinger old battle wounds caused him to withdraw from the field. His honor however remained intact for the next siege, battle or skirmish once he recovered.
Heading back to the pitch the swinger of the black coil dug some more while getting slower and slower due to ...was it from being water logged or old age with lack of stamina setting in. A few more holes and the digger retreated to his trusty wheels, got in and drove home to emerge his scarred body in hot water.
Saturday was yet another wild windy April day. The weather however was bright with sunshine and no rain. The arena of this battle was the shoreline in several different theaters of conflict. More balls but no monsters staring back at him this time. Relaxed the digger did what he did best by swinging the black coil and unearthing the enemy in various conditions from pristine to severely wounded and cruddy! Got a helping hand as well and a hook to help the swinger get over the walls surrounding the low tide area. As expected, as anticipated by the swinger old battle wounds caused him to withdraw from the field. His honor however remained intact for the next siege, battle or skirmish once he recovered.
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