Colonial KirkPA
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- Location
- Colonial, PA
- Detector(s) used
- White's Pro XL
Dudes: Yesterday, Paco, Zoy, and I got out for some of our usual datectin'. The type of tectin' that consists of idiotic feats of jovial celebrations, tectin', and recoveryin'. Before our trip, we were getting some heavy rain, in which, Paco and I were talking over the phone. During our conversation, I stated, "Dude, not only will the turf be super conductive, but I will also be able to take a bath in one of the puddles after we are done. I don't think the landowners will mind me warshing my tighty whitey's with a soap on a rope."
Well, the rain decided to sputter and stop, so the three detectoteers were ready to embark on a treasure seek. I decided to hit the Colonial field tonight in hopes of satiating my Colonial coppa desire. Since the cornstalks are still up...duh...the dude farmer hasn't harvested the field yet...giggle...droplets of wata (water) were dropping on my datector screen. Each time some did, I would curse like a drunken detectorist. hahaha To make a long story short, even though, you know dudes, I am all about detecting long, I found a button-type of relic. It didn't impress me, so I threw it in my pouch, literally. giggle
I left the field and decided to check out what my brotha finding. Once stepping onto the field in my flip-flops (SIKE, I wore my massive boots...I felt like I was 6'5"), Zoy yelled, "I got a frickin' Indian Heeeead." I said, "Who cares? Get a coppa or wilver?" That was all my brotha recovered. Since it started to rainy-rain-rainster again, we started to run toward our 1907 car...oops, I mean our 1997 car...picture this....two young detecting dudes sprinting super fast through a wheat field, detectors dragging on the ground, and some cursing going on...While sprinting past, Zoy, I stated with a laugh, "Shifting gears!"
Soon after arriving to the car...I like saying, "car,"....Paco arrived to his car. hahaha We chit-chatty-chitted for a bit about detecting and stated our detecting "goodbyes."
Well, once I got home, I looked at that relic that I had recovered professionally. It looked like gar-bage, so I chucked it in the gar-bage. hahaha
Well, I also like stating, "well," tonight Zoy researched that relic thing I had found....after soaking in the bathtub for a bit (I decided not to soak in a puddle), Zoy called me down for a meeting. He told me to sit down and stated, "Kirk, you had found a Colonial cufflink yesterday, you frickin' Idddiioot!" (another Ren and Stimpy moment) hahaha I sat at the table, with my hands over my eyes...I bet Zoy thought I was going to cry, but I soon burst out in super hard laughter. I stated, "Well, I guess I will have to scan the garbage with my machine tomorraw. I will listen for a faint 50 VDI...maybe turn my gain control up a notch to gain an extra inch of depth. Should I purchase a Minelab tonight....helk no, I don't want to hear them alien noises. hahaha Hmmmm....you know, Zoy, if I recover this relic again, I am proclaiming that our homestead was settled in the 1700s." giggling
Dudes, that just shows you, dudes, not to throw away dem Colonial relics. I better start focusing on identification, instead of acting cool. giggling
If I recover "her"...hmmm...maybe it was a "him" cufflink....I will post the pic tomorraw. Until next time, treasure hunting amigos and amigas, I sign thyself off in the name of WHITE'S! hahaha
*All relics were found on extreme private property with total consent from the landowners.
Dudes, I got up this morning around 7 in the a.m...ate 2 muffins and drank a double latte espreso. Soon after enjoying the muffins, I brushed my tooths...which felt very cleanly afterwards, I must admit. After brushing my tooths, I decided to jump in the bathtub for a soak and muse over my gameplan. While musing in a tepid pool of bubbles, I thought to myself, "Hmmm...you iiiidiot, Kirk, you will be crawling around in garbage soon, so why you scruba-dub-dubbin'?"
Well, I was soon downstairs after my "refreshing" and thought, "I better go find dat cuff-a-link-linky." hahaha Now, I was standing at the foot of a couple garbage cans. I opened up the 1st one and started to dump the contents onto the turf....while dumping the garrrbage out, it was so heavy I started to fall forward, so I let the entire contents fall all over the place. So, I recovered my manly-self and scanned the trash. For some reason, I was getting numerous junk sigs and "dollar" hits in the trash. I was thinking to myself, "Now, how in the hell is this gaarrrrrbage giving off sigs?" I was started to get p.o., so I started to throw gaarrrbage over my shoulder in disgust. On one occasion, I picked up a snot rag...it must have been from Zoy's nasal passages...that really started to make me shout out words....bad ones. hahaha At that moment, Zoy walked out with a cafe latte in hand and was breaking out in hysterical laughter, "You've been had by the Zoyboy!" That was when we both started to burst out in childish giggling. But, I was putting on a ploy with the giggling, I was pi$$ed off at him for tampering with the evidence, so I stood up and ran after him. At that moment, he put his cup down and ran away laughing....I chased him around the house about 4 times in in one direction, when he turned around and sprinted the other way for another 2 times around the homestead. I was shouting, "You will regret this one, buddy boy zoy!"
Well, I gave up on recovering the cufflink....thank Zoy for that one! My detector isn't that high-tech to pick between those iron sigs...helk, I don't have no "iron mask." HAHAHA
Well, the rain decided to sputter and stop, so the three detectoteers were ready to embark on a treasure seek. I decided to hit the Colonial field tonight in hopes of satiating my Colonial coppa desire. Since the cornstalks are still up...duh...the dude farmer hasn't harvested the field yet...giggle...droplets of wata (water) were dropping on my datector screen. Each time some did, I would curse like a drunken detectorist. hahaha To make a long story short, even though, you know dudes, I am all about detecting long, I found a button-type of relic. It didn't impress me, so I threw it in my pouch, literally. giggle
I left the field and decided to check out what my brotha finding. Once stepping onto the field in my flip-flops (SIKE, I wore my massive boots...I felt like I was 6'5"), Zoy yelled, "I got a frickin' Indian Heeeead." I said, "Who cares? Get a coppa or wilver?" That was all my brotha recovered. Since it started to rainy-rain-rainster again, we started to run toward our 1907 car...oops, I mean our 1997 car...picture this....two young detecting dudes sprinting super fast through a wheat field, detectors dragging on the ground, and some cursing going on...While sprinting past, Zoy, I stated with a laugh, "Shifting gears!"
Soon after arriving to the car...I like saying, "car,"....Paco arrived to his car. hahaha We chit-chatty-chitted for a bit about detecting and stated our detecting "goodbyes."
Well, once I got home, I looked at that relic that I had recovered professionally. It looked like gar-bage, so I chucked it in the gar-bage. hahaha
Well, I also like stating, "well," tonight Zoy researched that relic thing I had found....after soaking in the bathtub for a bit (I decided not to soak in a puddle), Zoy called me down for a meeting. He told me to sit down and stated, "Kirk, you had found a Colonial cufflink yesterday, you frickin' Idddiioot!" (another Ren and Stimpy moment) hahaha I sat at the table, with my hands over my eyes...I bet Zoy thought I was going to cry, but I soon burst out in super hard laughter. I stated, "Well, I guess I will have to scan the garbage with my machine tomorraw. I will listen for a faint 50 VDI...maybe turn my gain control up a notch to gain an extra inch of depth. Should I purchase a Minelab tonight....helk no, I don't want to hear them alien noises. hahaha Hmmmm....you know, Zoy, if I recover this relic again, I am proclaiming that our homestead was settled in the 1700s." giggling
Dudes, that just shows you, dudes, not to throw away dem Colonial relics. I better start focusing on identification, instead of acting cool. giggling
If I recover "her"...hmmm...maybe it was a "him" cufflink....I will post the pic tomorraw. Until next time, treasure hunting amigos and amigas, I sign thyself off in the name of WHITE'S! hahaha
*All relics were found on extreme private property with total consent from the landowners.
Dudes, I got up this morning around 7 in the a.m...ate 2 muffins and drank a double latte espreso. Soon after enjoying the muffins, I brushed my tooths...which felt very cleanly afterwards, I must admit. After brushing my tooths, I decided to jump in the bathtub for a soak and muse over my gameplan. While musing in a tepid pool of bubbles, I thought to myself, "Hmmm...you iiiidiot, Kirk, you will be crawling around in garbage soon, so why you scruba-dub-dubbin'?"
Well, I was soon downstairs after my "refreshing" and thought, "I better go find dat cuff-a-link-linky." hahaha Now, I was standing at the foot of a couple garbage cans. I opened up the 1st one and started to dump the contents onto the turf....while dumping the garrrbage out, it was so heavy I started to fall forward, so I let the entire contents fall all over the place. So, I recovered my manly-self and scanned the trash. For some reason, I was getting numerous junk sigs and "dollar" hits in the trash. I was thinking to myself, "Now, how in the hell is this gaarrrrrbage giving off sigs?" I was started to get p.o., so I started to throw gaarrrbage over my shoulder in disgust. On one occasion, I picked up a snot rag...it must have been from Zoy's nasal passages...that really started to make me shout out words....bad ones. hahaha At that moment, Zoy walked out with a cafe latte in hand and was breaking out in hysterical laughter, "You've been had by the Zoyboy!" That was when we both started to burst out in childish giggling. But, I was putting on a ploy with the giggling, I was pi$$ed off at him for tampering with the evidence, so I stood up and ran after him. At that moment, he put his cup down and ran away laughing....I chased him around the house about 4 times in in one direction, when he turned around and sprinted the other way for another 2 times around the homestead. I was shouting, "You will regret this one, buddy boy zoy!"
Well, I gave up on recovering the cufflink....thank Zoy for that one! My detector isn't that high-tech to pick between those iron sigs...helk, I don't have no "iron mask." HAHAHA
Even to this day, that hole is one unsightly plug! 
Why in the helk aren't you out there with a headlamp and your detector rootin through the gar-bage? I don't think I'm gonna be able to sleep now. Thanks alot, man.
But a colonial cufflink ![:-\](https://www.treasurenet.com/smilies/undecided.gif "Undecided :-\")
. I am not sure I could trash anything but metal shards from an old site like that, but we all make mistakes. HH,
