leslie(nova scotia)
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- Sep 22, 2006
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Having been up already for four and a half hours the phone rang at 0830hrs.
"What do you think?"
"Well it rained all day yesterday, I'm sore tired and cranky.......why not."
Twenty moments later we were fueled with java and on the road. Navy Davy and I decided to go after some relics and older coins for going the usual quest for quota.
Arriving at one of my farmland permissions we were greeted by a fierce wind over very muddy fields of stubble. Wind was blowing across the field length wise we walked width wise. Mind you we were both deep in the mud and with each of us weighing on the far side of 200 pounds were well anchored.
ND hit a nice thimble and bale seal. I reached into my pocket to show him the 2 buttons and large coppers that I had retrieved.......they were gone! Navy Davy surmised that the targets had stuck to my mud entrenched gloves when I thought I had put them in my digging jacket and falling off a short time there after. Lord love a duck! Son of a sea horse. Went to retrace my path in the fields to recover my lost found targets to no avail. Give me a break. Come a year after next month and I'll qualify for the Canadian Old Age Pension. A person is allowed a "pre senior moment." Speaking of....happened to glance over my shoulder and saw ND taking a rest period. Can recall the days when we dug up to 14 hours a day without taking a break. We get older with time stopping for no man!
One bar down. Pro zero mode with iron at 19 on the AT Pro which I have a love / hate relationship with gave out a soft, faint purr. A target jumping around slightly in the mid 60s on the screen. Dug it. Wowzer!
Have a brief show and tell ND and I resumed the dig. By this time we were covered in mud looking like a pair of Crow magnum Mudmen. My Pro was so full of it that it could easy have passed for an implement used by one. Both of use were suffering the effects of the wind with a good flow of Niagara Nose.
ND will post his finds later.
Arriving home to my empty abode I figured that I should hide my clothes at the bottom of the laundry hamper least Hunny Bunny comment on the mud I had dragged home. Come Monday we leave for the yearly 2 weeks in the Dominican where I'm sure she will comment on all the sand I'm dragging into our room!
"What do you think?"
"Well it rained all day yesterday, I'm sore tired and cranky.......why not."
Twenty moments later we were fueled with java and on the road. Navy Davy and I decided to go after some relics and older coins for going the usual quest for quota.
Arriving at one of my farmland permissions we were greeted by a fierce wind over very muddy fields of stubble. Wind was blowing across the field length wise we walked width wise. Mind you we were both deep in the mud and with each of us weighing on the far side of 200 pounds were well anchored.
ND hit a nice thimble and bale seal. I reached into my pocket to show him the 2 buttons and large coppers that I had retrieved.......they were gone! Navy Davy surmised that the targets had stuck to my mud entrenched gloves when I thought I had put them in my digging jacket and falling off a short time there after. Lord love a duck! Son of a sea horse. Went to retrace my path in the fields to recover my lost found targets to no avail. Give me a break. Come a year after next month and I'll qualify for the Canadian Old Age Pension. A person is allowed a "pre senior moment." Speaking of....happened to glance over my shoulder and saw ND taking a rest period. Can recall the days when we dug up to 14 hours a day without taking a break. We get older with time stopping for no man!
One bar down. Pro zero mode with iron at 19 on the AT Pro which I have a love / hate relationship with gave out a soft, faint purr. A target jumping around slightly in the mid 60s on the screen. Dug it. Wowzer!
Have a brief show and tell ND and I resumed the dig. By this time we were covered in mud looking like a pair of Crow magnum Mudmen. My Pro was so full of it that it could easy have passed for an implement used by one. Both of use were suffering the effects of the wind with a good flow of Niagara Nose.
ND will post his finds later.
Arriving home to my empty abode I figured that I should hide my clothes at the bottom of the laundry hamper least Hunny Bunny comment on the mud I had dragged home. Come Monday we leave for the yearly 2 weeks in the Dominican where I'm sure she will comment on all the sand I'm dragging into our room!
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