Catobra
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- Jun 21, 2012
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- Whites IDX Pro
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- All Treasure Hunting
Today my boyfriend and I left the house at 5:30am to head down the shore-he to fish, me to detect. When we finally got there the sun was up more that I wanted it to be, but whatever, we made it and had the beach to ourselves.
I headed out to detect the beach and he set up his fishing gear, threw a couple lines in.
Beep! Soda can....beep....soda can....beep....soda can...yup, as you guessed, this pattern just repeated a few more times. Beep! Beer bottle cap....beep...beer bottle cap....oh well, you get the picture. Boyfriend yells at me to look at the ocean. Clueless, I can't hear him and have no clue what he's jumping up and down about....whatever....beep! A penny! Minted the year I was born (no biggie, just the 60's)! Yay! A good omen, right? Beep! Another penny.....beep....another penny....beep....another penny-oh boy! 4 cents!
Tired of people who feel it necessary to bury their trash, I give up and head back to him and the dog (Butter, a black Jack Russell). I then get to find out what the hell he was jumping up and down about-dolphins, swimming just off-shore. And I didn't see a thing, what happened to my omen?
So I just relax a bit, snuggle up with Butter Boy on the blanket, take pics of the seagulls-who by now I swear are just laughing at me..... : (
Bored I get up, grab the detector and start again, high hopes, here I go..... My man claims that there are no fish at all anymore left in the Atlantic Ocean and decides to follow me to help dig. After a few minutes with no beeps, he decides that I don't know how to detect and takes the wheel (his first time doing so, mind you).
Beep! Within like, 2 minutes....beep! A quarter....my isn't he the pro? Beep! Another quarter...arrrggghhh, his head is getting bigger as I watch. Beep! Another quarter....he actually found a cache of them, well, ok, just four, but still! Beep! A dime. Ok, this isn't funny anymore.... "Oh this is fun!" He exclaims. "Yeah, no sh*t Sherlock, that's why we do it...." I mumble. $1.70 later, he finally starts digging teeny tiny little nail type pieces of iron that fall through the scoop and annoy him. He gets bored, I take over and find one more thin dime for myself.
Yay-that was my day at the beach : )
PS I have decided I am going to start a bottle cap collection as I dug like nine caps and they are ALL different : )
I headed out to detect the beach and he set up his fishing gear, threw a couple lines in.
Beep! Soda can....beep....soda can....beep....soda can...yup, as you guessed, this pattern just repeated a few more times. Beep! Beer bottle cap....beep...beer bottle cap....oh well, you get the picture. Boyfriend yells at me to look at the ocean. Clueless, I can't hear him and have no clue what he's jumping up and down about....whatever....beep! A penny! Minted the year I was born (no biggie, just the 60's)! Yay! A good omen, right? Beep! Another penny.....beep....another penny....beep....another penny-oh boy! 4 cents!
Tired of people who feel it necessary to bury their trash, I give up and head back to him and the dog (Butter, a black Jack Russell). I then get to find out what the hell he was jumping up and down about-dolphins, swimming just off-shore. And I didn't see a thing, what happened to my omen?
So I just relax a bit, snuggle up with Butter Boy on the blanket, take pics of the seagulls-who by now I swear are just laughing at me..... : (
Bored I get up, grab the detector and start again, high hopes, here I go..... My man claims that there are no fish at all anymore left in the Atlantic Ocean and decides to follow me to help dig. After a few minutes with no beeps, he decides that I don't know how to detect and takes the wheel (his first time doing so, mind you).
Beep! Within like, 2 minutes....beep! A quarter....my isn't he the pro? Beep! Another quarter...arrrggghhh, his head is getting bigger as I watch. Beep! Another quarter....he actually found a cache of them, well, ok, just four, but still! Beep! A dime. Ok, this isn't funny anymore.... "Oh this is fun!" He exclaims. "Yeah, no sh*t Sherlock, that's why we do it...." I mumble. $1.70 later, he finally starts digging teeny tiny little nail type pieces of iron that fall through the scoop and annoy him. He gets bored, I take over and find one more thin dime for myself.
Yay-that was my day at the beach : )
PS I have decided I am going to start a bottle cap collection as I dug like nine caps and they are ALL different : )
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