jpitt1970
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When I was a kid in the mid 70's, my Dad used to take us fossil or relic hunting all over New Jersey and Pennsylvania, sometimes both.
My kid brother made the local paper for being the youngest person to find part of a Mastodon tooth in Big Brook...Anyway somewhere.................in northern New Jersey....on some back ass road in the middle of nowhere,on the way to Big Brook, on the weekends there was this firetruck parked in a lot on the side of the road, on a long sweeping curve. This Firetruck had a giant bullseye target painted on a piece of plywood leaning against it, with a bucket sitting below it. As a fund raiser the fire dept. had signs along the road telling you to throw change to see if you could hit a bullseye.
I can remember coming up to that place & my Father handing my brother & I each a quarter, telling us to get ready... i used to get so excited about making the coin hit the bullseye. I don't think either of us ever hit the target, but I will never forget the sound of a couple of quarters chucked out the window at 60 mph and riccocheting off the side of that old firetruck.
Sometimes a couple of the guys from the fire dept would be sitting in lawn chairs "upwind" from the barrage of change thrown at their firetruck....they were pretty quick!!
All I know is that if I could remember where that was, I would be out there in a split second with my detector filling my pockets with change!!!
My kid brother made the local paper for being the youngest person to find part of a Mastodon tooth in Big Brook...Anyway somewhere.................in northern New Jersey....on some back ass road in the middle of nowhere,on the way to Big Brook, on the weekends there was this firetruck parked in a lot on the side of the road, on a long sweeping curve. This Firetruck had a giant bullseye target painted on a piece of plywood leaning against it, with a bucket sitting below it. As a fund raiser the fire dept. had signs along the road telling you to throw change to see if you could hit a bullseye.
I can remember coming up to that place & my Father handing my brother & I each a quarter, telling us to get ready... i used to get so excited about making the coin hit the bullseye. I don't think either of us ever hit the target, but I will never forget the sound of a couple of quarters chucked out the window at 60 mph and riccocheting off the side of that old firetruck.
Sometimes a couple of the guys from the fire dept would be sitting in lawn chairs "upwind" from the barrage of change thrown at their firetruck....they were pretty quick!!
All I know is that if I could remember where that was, I would be out there in a split second with my detector filling my pockets with change!!!
