Colonial KirkPA
Silver Member
On Sundee, Sep-tem-ba the 16th, the new datecting day was here.
Well, before we even got out detecting, let me recount what happened last night.
Since I am so addicted to this hobby, I decided to stay up a little later last night to watch some college football and think about what the next day would bring...I was surfing the forum for a little bit, sipping a cup of coffee, and watching USC kick some but-tocks. LMAO All of these events took place at around 8 pm and lasted until 1 am. That is right, dudes....I had the metal detecting fever sooo badly, I decided to have 5 cups of coffee and muse a little longer. Usually, on the night before the big hunt, I like to go over my pre-game rituals. SO, at 12 am, I decided to do just that...the USC game ended...only Captn_SE can compete with that team...actually, I consider him the USC in metal datectin' (a true powerhouse).
My 1st ritual usually consists of "control setting gameplan." I will sit down with a pen and pay-pa (paper) and map out how I can more easily attack the site and kick zoy's but-tocks. At 12:01 am, I thought, "Okay, Kirk, I have the gain control set at the preset for these modest sites, but would you like to gain some extra depth tomarraw? Yes, Kirk, I do, but with the little gar-bage at this site, will you be able to also use less discrimination? Yes, Kirk, I do, but with low traffic near the site, will you be able to also use less of a threshold? Yes, Kirk, I do, but with all of these weeds at the site, will you be able to also use GEB disc? No, Kirk, I will use TR disc." KirkPA is not an average dude, so he don't use average settings.
My 2nd ritual usually consists of "knuckle, neck, and back cracking." I will sit down on a super hard bench and crack each of these areas with force. My knuckles usually are the first to be relieved. After numerous high-pitched snaps, my knucks feel free, so I go to my neck. After I hear a couple of splits and cracks, my neck feels free, so I go to my back. After a cluck and snap, my back feels free, so I am almost ready for some datectin'.
My last ritual consists of a "grunt and pump-up" session. I will spend about 5 or 10 minutes grunting like a tough metal datectorist...at the 10th minute, I hear zoy yell out in the background, "Enough already!" After those two words, I go on to the "pump-up" part. This usually contains two large dumbells, usually 55 or 65 pounds...I curl these for about 8 reps/arm and watch my biceps blow up like balloons. Then, I look in the mirror and flex for awhile...after 5 or 15 minutes of different poses, I usually think to myself, "Indeed, I am ready to kick some butt tomarraw."
Back to the 16th of Sep-tem-ba...
I woke up at 5 am and had my daily fix of coffee and a muffin...I sat at the table while slurping the hot brew and munching on the occasional blueberry in the muffin. It tasted a little stale, but it made me a "full" dude, so I then proceeded up the stairs to wake the zoyboy up...this usually consists of a loud shout, "Wake it!" Then, since that pi$$ed him off, we got into a dispute about who was going to win today. I firmly stated, "You're looking at him." (stated with a Roman-like attitude)
At 7:35 am, I called Pac's homestead and got the dang answering machine, "PACO, yo, it is your datectin' buddy, KirkPA, you there? Well, I just ate my muffin and am ready to kick some butt. I knew I would get this machine, dang it...PACO, you must be shaving, so once you get this message, give Kirk a call, okay? I have a feeling about today, dude, a reallllly good feeling today, buddy. Maybe you are still bathing, if so, and you get this message, give Kirk's house a call. I will wait by the phone."
At 7:38 am, Pac called and we made our minds up to relic hunt the site where I got my butt stung last week. Once 7:58 am came around, the "Kirk and Kyle vehicle" zooms up to Pac's home and I beep the horn super loud. PACO jogs out of the house with his metal detecting attire on and states, "Yo, I'm ready!"
We finally arrive at the destination: the site my butt got stung at. We decided to datect around the area where zoy found his Coronet...PACO got a nice but-tin and a couple musketballs. I then decided to walk my tough butt through some thick foilage and numerous spider webs to showcase my manliness. I finally made my way up to what looked like an old road. I soon got a decent 50 VDI and retrieved a 1917 dog tag. "Freckles" wasn't connected to it. LMAO
I was testing out my junk digital camera today, so I decided to try an action shot to see how it looked. Here is the dog tag just exposed in front of KirkPA's gaze:
Then, since the site was lacking in finds, we decided to head to the superly productive farm...BUT, before we ventured there, PACO decided on saving my relic shovel from the grasps of the yella jackets.
Here is a pic of my shovel still in the hole. Dudes, there is a 50 VDI still there.
PACO saved my shovel with some athletic feats of speed and grasping of the handle. We then made our way to the meadow that has been producing. I found a pewter but-tin and a musketball....Zoy found an 1859 Injun, while Pac pulled out a couple buttons.
The pic of the super productive meadow (the three-center field):
A picture of PACO at the Colonial field...we found 5 Colonial coppas here, including my supa rare Warshington halfpenny.
Dudes, the day ended after that...White's strikes again.
Oh, check out the Comedy Central board...http://forum.treasurenet.com/index.php/topic,109198.0.html LMAO
Kirk the Jerk
Well, before we even got out detecting, let me recount what happened last night.
Since I am so addicted to this hobby, I decided to stay up a little later last night to watch some college football and think about what the next day would bring...I was surfing the forum for a little bit, sipping a cup of coffee, and watching USC kick some but-tocks. LMAO All of these events took place at around 8 pm and lasted until 1 am. That is right, dudes....I had the metal detecting fever sooo badly, I decided to have 5 cups of coffee and muse a little longer. Usually, on the night before the big hunt, I like to go over my pre-game rituals. SO, at 12 am, I decided to do just that...the USC game ended...only Captn_SE can compete with that team...actually, I consider him the USC in metal datectin' (a true powerhouse). My 1st ritual usually consists of "control setting gameplan." I will sit down with a pen and pay-pa (paper) and map out how I can more easily attack the site and kick zoy's but-tocks. At 12:01 am, I thought, "Okay, Kirk, I have the gain control set at the preset for these modest sites, but would you like to gain some extra depth tomarraw? Yes, Kirk, I do, but with the little gar-bage at this site, will you be able to also use less discrimination? Yes, Kirk, I do, but with low traffic near the site, will you be able to also use less of a threshold? Yes, Kirk, I do, but with all of these weeds at the site, will you be able to also use GEB disc? No, Kirk, I will use TR disc." KirkPA is not an average dude, so he don't use average settings.
My 2nd ritual usually consists of "knuckle, neck, and back cracking." I will sit down on a super hard bench and crack each of these areas with force. My knuckles usually are the first to be relieved. After numerous high-pitched snaps, my knucks feel free, so I go to my neck. After I hear a couple of splits and cracks, my neck feels free, so I go to my back. After a cluck and snap, my back feels free, so I am almost ready for some datectin'.
My last ritual consists of a "grunt and pump-up" session. I will spend about 5 or 10 minutes grunting like a tough metal datectorist...at the 10th minute, I hear zoy yell out in the background, "Enough already!" After those two words, I go on to the "pump-up" part. This usually contains two large dumbells, usually 55 or 65 pounds...I curl these for about 8 reps/arm and watch my biceps blow up like balloons. Then, I look in the mirror and flex for awhile...after 5 or 15 minutes of different poses, I usually think to myself, "Indeed, I am ready to kick some butt tomarraw."
Back to the 16th of Sep-tem-ba...
I woke up at 5 am and had my daily fix of coffee and a muffin...I sat at the table while slurping the hot brew and munching on the occasional blueberry in the muffin. It tasted a little stale, but it made me a "full" dude, so I then proceeded up the stairs to wake the zoyboy up...this usually consists of a loud shout, "Wake it!" Then, since that pi$$ed him off, we got into a dispute about who was going to win today. I firmly stated, "You're looking at him." (stated with a Roman-like attitude)
At 7:35 am, I called Pac's homestead and got the dang answering machine, "PACO, yo, it is your datectin' buddy, KirkPA, you there? Well, I just ate my muffin and am ready to kick some butt. I knew I would get this machine, dang it...PACO, you must be shaving, so once you get this message, give Kirk a call, okay? I have a feeling about today, dude, a reallllly good feeling today, buddy. Maybe you are still bathing, if so, and you get this message, give Kirk's house a call. I will wait by the phone."
At 7:38 am, Pac called and we made our minds up to relic hunt the site where I got my butt stung last week. Once 7:58 am came around, the "Kirk and Kyle vehicle" zooms up to Pac's home and I beep the horn super loud. PACO jogs out of the house with his metal detecting attire on and states, "Yo, I'm ready!"
We finally arrive at the destination: the site my butt got stung at. We decided to datect around the area where zoy found his Coronet...PACO got a nice but-tin and a couple musketballs. I then decided to walk my tough butt through some thick foilage and numerous spider webs to showcase my manliness. I finally made my way up to what looked like an old road. I soon got a decent 50 VDI and retrieved a 1917 dog tag. "Freckles" wasn't connected to it. LMAO
I was testing out my junk digital camera today, so I decided to try an action shot to see how it looked. Here is the dog tag just exposed in front of KirkPA's gaze:
Then, since the site was lacking in finds, we decided to head to the superly productive farm...BUT, before we ventured there, PACO decided on saving my relic shovel from the grasps of the yella jackets.
Here is a pic of my shovel still in the hole. Dudes, there is a 50 VDI still there.
PACO saved my shovel with some athletic feats of speed and grasping of the handle. We then made our way to the meadow that has been producing. I found a pewter but-tin and a musketball....Zoy found an 1859 Injun, while Pac pulled out a couple buttons.
The pic of the super productive meadow (the three-center field):
A picture of PACO at the Colonial field...we found 5 Colonial coppas here, including my supa rare Warshington halfpenny.
Dudes, the day ended after that...White's strikes again.
Oh, check out the Comedy Central board...http://forum.treasurenet.com/index.php/topic,109198.0.html LMAO
Kirk the Jerk
