Blind.In.Texas
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Okay, as well as NOT being a coin collector, I am also not a beachcomber, fossil collector, or shark's tooth hunter, although, I have partaken of a little of each of them when the situation has warranted.
On this particular day I had taken my son to the beach for a cub scout outing. Of course the MDs went with us so that afterward we could, well, MD. Now we scanned the heck out of the beach and I mean a long way. We found nothing of any value other than its ability to fill space in the landfill. The rain came and washed the party away. 10 minutes later the rain was gone and MDing was ON!!
Now shortly before this the boy and I had been collecting the gravel at the waves' edge and pouring it into a sieve that I made from an oil filter (don't laugh. that thing is the bomb). We got bored because we weren't finding any teeth in the gravel. Bo-o-o-ring. We bailed and headed to the east end for a little beep-beep in the soft stuff where all the alcoholics hang out on weekends. You would have thought one would find great sums of wealth where all the drunken fools hang out. Well, think again. Apparently the fools spend all their clad in the bars and only drive out to the sand to puke and passout. Lovely, huh?
Well, the boy and I began to MD our way to the soft stuff from where we parked. About a 150 yards of hard sand on the way to the waves. About a 100 yards into the trek my MD starts to get spastic. Beeping all over the place, making tones that aren't within the range? What the !#@$? That's when the 3300 died. I'm walking along and sudddenly I feel this pain in my right big toe. Same foot that would soon see the breakage of it's smaller partner the pinky. I'm thinking I have just been stung by some sort of satanic hornet with battery acid for stingin' juice. I paused mometarily and my eyes kinda crossed up a bit, twisted up my face and said the "d" word......You know, "dang!"
Then it stopped and I thought. Hmmm. Ghost pains. I wasn't sure from what. Then I thought how stupid that sounded and it must be one of those dang box jellyfish. You know the ones from Australia. The kind that can kill you with one sting and now I'm thinking "crap, I'm gonna fall out right here in the dang sand and my kid can't even drive. Heck, he doesn't even know which way is north. Well, I start limping as if I just broke my toe or something and my kid is like "dad. why are you spazzing out?" I sat down in the sand and pulled off my shoe and found this buried into the callous on the end of my right big toe. When I first saw it I thought it was some sort of biting saltwater snail....
On this particular day I had taken my son to the beach for a cub scout outing. Of course the MDs went with us so that afterward we could, well, MD. Now we scanned the heck out of the beach and I mean a long way. We found nothing of any value other than its ability to fill space in the landfill. The rain came and washed the party away. 10 minutes later the rain was gone and MDing was ON!!
Now shortly before this the boy and I had been collecting the gravel at the waves' edge and pouring it into a sieve that I made from an oil filter (don't laugh. that thing is the bomb). We got bored because we weren't finding any teeth in the gravel. Bo-o-o-ring. We bailed and headed to the east end for a little beep-beep in the soft stuff where all the alcoholics hang out on weekends. You would have thought one would find great sums of wealth where all the drunken fools hang out. Well, think again. Apparently the fools spend all their clad in the bars and only drive out to the sand to puke and passout. Lovely, huh?
Well, the boy and I began to MD our way to the soft stuff from where we parked. About a 150 yards of hard sand on the way to the waves. About a 100 yards into the trek my MD starts to get spastic. Beeping all over the place, making tones that aren't within the range? What the !#@$? That's when the 3300 died. I'm walking along and sudddenly I feel this pain in my right big toe. Same foot that would soon see the breakage of it's smaller partner the pinky. I'm thinking I have just been stung by some sort of satanic hornet with battery acid for stingin' juice. I paused mometarily and my eyes kinda crossed up a bit, twisted up my face and said the "d" word......You know, "dang!"
Then it stopped and I thought. Hmmm. Ghost pains. I wasn't sure from what. Then I thought how stupid that sounded and it must be one of those dang box jellyfish. You know the ones from Australia. The kind that can kill you with one sting and now I'm thinking "crap, I'm gonna fall out right here in the dang sand and my kid can't even drive. Heck, he doesn't even know which way is north. Well, I start limping as if I just broke my toe or something and my kid is like "dad. why are you spazzing out?" I sat down in the sand and pulled off my shoe and found this buried into the callous on the end of my right big toe. When I first saw it I thought it was some sort of biting saltwater snail....
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