ravenguide
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Well back to the haunted road ,the Shagbark.your never alone here.Not uncomfortable,but watched, not from afar,but sort of over your shoulder,in a curious manner, as if the spirit is as excited as you are to see what you find,although it is no fair,I have a feeling he knows where everything is.He feels like a 1700 patriot,or perhaps a tory.They were both on the Shagbark in good numbers.Daylillies fell over an old foundation in an effort to conceal,a brook trickled just out of sight ,and I had just began to work the area where the pull off would have been, when I noticed the birds had stopped singing and there were no more insects buzzing me.Turning to the left,under the darkened trunk of a hemlock was a wagon wheel,that had grown up through the hemlock,which was about a two foot diameter.A weak signal,lazy,I kicked at the ancient moss in the road, and out popped a 1840 half dime ,much as a frog would hop if you touched it's back.Such a small,delicate treasure. Moving on,and now going into the foundation,not much happening,lots of scrap iron,a saw,a fork,so I went back to the perimeter.
There was a flat spot between two ancient maples that were on the downside of their existence, and here I got a signal,loud, and came up with a shiny great condition seated half Dol. the exact same year(1858) as the quarter previously mentioned in another topic. Bending down,admiring my find,I noticed a narrow invisable stream of cold air comming up from the ground,curling around my fingers,and trailing up the sweat soaked shirt.So refreshing in the 90 degree heat,I would come back to this next week.The rest of the hunt resulted in many facinating,although worthless finds that I would of course bring home,to add to the collection of junk piling up,waiting to overflow the woodstump in an effort to hide in the grass to assinate the lawn mower on another day. Tune in for part three of hunting along the shagbark.
Greg
There was a flat spot between two ancient maples that were on the downside of their existence, and here I got a signal,loud, and came up with a shiny great condition seated half Dol. the exact same year(1858) as the quarter previously mentioned in another topic. Bending down,admiring my find,I noticed a narrow invisable stream of cold air comming up from the ground,curling around my fingers,and trailing up the sweat soaked shirt.So refreshing in the 90 degree heat,I would come back to this next week.The rest of the hunt resulted in many facinating,although worthless finds that I would of course bring home,to add to the collection of junk piling up,waiting to overflow the woodstump in an effort to hide in the grass to assinate the lawn mower on another day. Tune in for part three of hunting along the shagbark.
Greg
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