- Nov 19, 2006
- 14,896
- 12,559
- Detector(s) used
- Garrett Fortune Hunter, White's CoinMaster, Garrett American S3, Compass Coin Magnum and a couple of others you will only find in museums!
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
"The pain of yesterday is passed.
Tomorrow is here at long last.
A new day awaits you.
What you gonna do?
What cha gonna do?"
"Play or fold?
What do you hold?"
"Life is sometimes hard,
Gimme just one more card,
A new hand,
Another plan.
What cha gonna do?"
What you gonna do? Yeah,
What you gonna do?"
Scott
"The turn of a Friendly Card?"
Dig the Gibson!
"Do ya love Clint Eastwood movies? Well, do ya, punk?"
"And, Get off my lawn!"
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, donāt deal in lies,
Or being hated, donāt give way to hating,
And yet donāt look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dreamāand not make dreams your master;
If you can thinkāand not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth youāve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build āem up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you.
Except the Will which says to them: āHold on!ā
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kingsānor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty secondsā worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything thatās in it,
Andāwhich is moreāyouāll be a Man, my son! Kipling
Tomorrow is here at long last.
A new day awaits you.
What you gonna do?
What cha gonna do?"
"Play or fold?
What do you hold?"
"Life is sometimes hard,
Gimme just one more card,
A new hand,
Another plan.
What cha gonna do?"
What you gonna do? Yeah,
What you gonna do?"
Scott
"The turn of a Friendly Card?"
Dig the Gibson!
"Do ya love Clint Eastwood movies? Well, do ya, punk?"
"And, Get off my lawn!"
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, donāt deal in lies,
Or being hated, donāt give way to hating,
And yet donāt look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dreamāand not make dreams your master;
If you can thinkāand not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth youāve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build āem up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you.
Except the Will which says to them: āHold on!ā
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kingsānor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty secondsā worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything thatās in it,
Andāwhich is moreāyouāll be a Man, my son! Kipling
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