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From the land of the Bluenose.....well today was a tad more hospitable as we were mildly doused with a few light showers and some welcomed sunshine that of course brought out the blackflies!
First stop of the day was at an old property that was used by the military after the original owners had departed the circa 1885 dwelling.
French Dave and I each picked a part of the area to do with F.D. doing the dew near the foundation and well while I the garden/orchard where I almost immediately hit a couple of buttons. My swinging was interrupted as I heard a commotion near French Dave and ran to see what was going on. Lord love a duck there was Max into it with another dog and French Dave holding each dog apart by the collar as a lady was standing there with a frightful look on her face. F.D then let the lady's dog go and it immediately circled Max and bite him on the butt as French Dave was still holding him by the collar. Man here we were back in the middle of no where and this happened. Lady eventually got her dog under control and left with F.D. and I returning to the swinging of the orbs. A few more targets and we headed out with Max at the point showing his "war wound."
From there it was off to the big tree stagecoach stop for some oldies. Here we hit some toasty large coppers as we provided the hordes of blackflies with lunch.
It was here also that dumb one number one drove his digging knife into his hand. Right through my gloves into my middle finger. I raised it and saluted French Dave with it as he had his back turned. Of course French Dave, a.k.a. Sherlock Holmes solved the big mystery of the day pretaining to the hundred or so of these in the field.
He deducted that someone with a backhoe , being lefthanded in the still of the night was uprooting baby pine trees to sell and not as I had deducted... someone from Chetticamp swinging a Minelab and they were indeeed dig holes.
Well another fun day was just about over and as we pulled into my driveway dumb one number two turned to me and stated that he had left his Minelab bag containing his small coil at our first dig site. A quick 40 mile round trip and we once again arrived home with the bag and coil safely tucked away in the truck.
French Dave's take for the day was these finely toasted coppers befitting a Minelab swinger
This bouy, although wounded in action managed a 1832 half penny token, a 1945 silver and an assortment of dewies and buttons.
Upon entering my humble domicile the phone rang with Ben on the other end. His mother, and my dear friend Pat had passed away at 5p.m. Prayers were silently said. This photo was taken in Gaberous on one of our numerous outings as we were visiting her friends and stopping here and there for a dig and a few photos.
First stop of the day was at an old property that was used by the military after the original owners had departed the circa 1885 dwelling.
French Dave and I each picked a part of the area to do with F.D. doing the dew near the foundation and well while I the garden/orchard where I almost immediately hit a couple of buttons. My swinging was interrupted as I heard a commotion near French Dave and ran to see what was going on. Lord love a duck there was Max into it with another dog and French Dave holding each dog apart by the collar as a lady was standing there with a frightful look on her face. F.D then let the lady's dog go and it immediately circled Max and bite him on the butt as French Dave was still holding him by the collar. Man here we were back in the middle of no where and this happened. Lady eventually got her dog under control and left with F.D. and I returning to the swinging of the orbs. A few more targets and we headed out with Max at the point showing his "war wound."
From there it was off to the big tree stagecoach stop for some oldies. Here we hit some toasty large coppers as we provided the hordes of blackflies with lunch.
Well another fun day was just about over and as we pulled into my driveway dumb one number two turned to me and stated that he had left his Minelab bag containing his small coil at our first dig site. A quick 40 mile round trip and we once again arrived home with the bag and coil safely tucked away in the truck.
French Dave's take for the day was these finely toasted coppers befitting a Minelab swinger
This bouy, although wounded in action managed a 1832 half penny token, a 1945 silver and an assortment of dewies and buttons.
Upon entering my humble domicile the phone rang with Ben on the other end. His mother, and my dear friend Pat had passed away at 5p.m. Prayers were silently said. This photo was taken in Gaberous on one of our numerous outings as we were visiting her friends and stopping here and there for a dig and a few photos.
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