curbdiggercarl57
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- Nov 19, 2007
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- Whites Silver Eagle, DFX, Shadow X-2
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
After The Dark One’s swath of destruction in lower downtown Denver this spring, it was time for a long overdue reevaluation of my detecting capabilities. The Summer Offensive would soon commence, and far too much was at stake. New strategies would be needed, and quickly. Honor could be lost. So the studying of the DFX manuals commenced. A healthier diet, rich in fruits and vegetables was started. The copy of “The Art of War” was pulled from the shelf and the dust that had accumulated was blown off. Digging implements honed to a razor sharp sheen. Yoga classes scheduled. But where to hunt? New construction in Denver seemed to be at a standstill, and tiring of the older, mostly hunted out areas, brought little joy to my person. Where could I go? And then it dawned on me. The perfect spot to hunt. A location that was discovered by The Dark One himself! Besodden with alcohol, he would often gloat about the treasures that he had uncovered there, tales of Seated Liberty Halves, silver dollars, relics, and gold and silver items of such beauty they could blind. He then would taunt me with promises of one day taking me to this Shangri la. Soon, he would say, very soon. Several days later, and somewhat coherent, he would look at me with unwavering, but albeit red eyes, and deny any knowledge of this “make believe” location I kept ranting about. But finally a deal was somehow struck, mainly involving large bar tabs being paid on my part, and I was promised that he would take me on the following morning. Since I was not to know how to get to this site in the future, the only option, in his mind, was for himself to drive my car, with myself in the trunk. After punching several holes in the lid of my trunk to generously allow me to breathe, I entered the small, cramped space. “Your car smells like nightmares!” I heard him scream. It would be a long journey. Not technically being kidnapped, I nonetheless realized that I would need to know where I was heading to. By slowly expanding one of the air holes with my lesche, I started to ascertain my whereabouts. And by the third stop at a liquor store, I soon had the general direction of where we were heading. When we finally stopped, I knew within a few miles of where we were. Unfortunately, by the time we arrived, dark, ominous clouds appeared, and soon it was pouring down rain. It was as if he had planned the weather to change so drastically. Pushing me back into the trunk, he cackled, “You’re welcome to hunt here anytime! Enjoy the darkness!” I knew then that I would return. Later that night, after spending hours looking over satellite map images, I believed that I had positively located the site. Bidding my time, I decided to wait for the perfect moment to strike. That time was now at hand. Heading east, I soon located a liquor store that may have been his first stop. Then the second store. The third liquor establishment confirmed that I was on the right track. A grainy photo of T.D.O. was posted by the cash register, with a “Do Not Accept Checks or Credit Cards from This Person”. I was close, so close. A few minutes later, I saw Shangri La! A vast expanse of barren flat land was in front of me, with shards of purple glass littering the earth like small jewels. Ground squirrel holes littered the area, with their digging exposing small broken pieces of pottery and fragments of brass. Unfortunately, we had just had a recent snow storm, so the ground was very muddy. With every step, by boots became heavier with the weight of the mud, slowing me down. I did manage to find several interesting items, mostly relics. The few Wheaties, and the lone dateless Buffalo nickel were the only coins dug. The Rainier tip tray is one my favorite finds for the day. Made of pot metal, it sadly had a slight break on its surface. The 1927 Colorado Motor Club emblem is also interesting. Made of brass, it still retains some of the enameling. The picture frame, also of brass, had been folded over several times, which took some effort to straighten out. The little porcelain doll is my favorite. Made in Germany, and with most of her face missing, she otherwise will be placed on a high perch overlooking the rest of my broken baby parts shrine. A small silver thimble was also dug, but not posted. It wasn’t the greatest of hunts, but for a short time being, I was free from the reaches of the darkness. The war is far from over. I would be back.
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