curbdiggercarl57
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- Nov 19, 2007
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- Whites Silver Eagle, DFX, Shadow X-2
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
"I fear that we have awakened a sleeping giant and filled him with a terrible resolve” (Japanese Admiral Yamamoto after launching the attack against Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941.)
Ever since he came through the terrible WN&E War of 2009 victorious, finding a item of immense beauty, making the “Banner Find” with said item, and most importantly, finding a liquor store that will take his post dated, third party, out of state checks, The Dark One has been completely out of control. Sure, I can deal with the constant demands he has placed upon me to repeatedly praise his skill, complementing his methods of detecting, even being required to now address him as “Sir”. But after his demand that I wait a full hour before I can even detect a spot that we both are hunting, I said, “Enough’s enough!” I realized that I had a mole like inclination to accept the darkness, but no more. War has been declared. I would have one goal, one purpose. It would be profoundly simple. I would have to find something, anything, better than he could find, and make him cry in the process. Cry, like a little girl. Meeting at a 1950’s schoolyard that had recently had sod removed from the front, we proceeded to hunt. I struck first with a Wheatie, a 1929-D. Nothing majorly significant, but a good start. Amid taunts of “tackle those feelings of hopelessness by giving up!”, and other verbal quips, I continued on. The site wasn’t what either of us hoped it would be. A few Wheaties, a 1902 Indian cent, and then finally something noteworthy, a 1938 Colorado Chauffeur’s Badge. It wasn’t a total victory, as The Dark One found some nice things as well, but it’s a start. A small personal victory. But will this be the start of something horrible? Will this lead to crime scene tape and headlines? Only time will tell.
Ever since he came through the terrible WN&E War of 2009 victorious, finding a item of immense beauty, making the “Banner Find” with said item, and most importantly, finding a liquor store that will take his post dated, third party, out of state checks, The Dark One has been completely out of control. Sure, I can deal with the constant demands he has placed upon me to repeatedly praise his skill, complementing his methods of detecting, even being required to now address him as “Sir”. But after his demand that I wait a full hour before I can even detect a spot that we both are hunting, I said, “Enough’s enough!” I realized that I had a mole like inclination to accept the darkness, but no more. War has been declared. I would have one goal, one purpose. It would be profoundly simple. I would have to find something, anything, better than he could find, and make him cry in the process. Cry, like a little girl. Meeting at a 1950’s schoolyard that had recently had sod removed from the front, we proceeded to hunt. I struck first with a Wheatie, a 1929-D. Nothing majorly significant, but a good start. Amid taunts of “tackle those feelings of hopelessness by giving up!”, and other verbal quips, I continued on. The site wasn’t what either of us hoped it would be. A few Wheaties, a 1902 Indian cent, and then finally something noteworthy, a 1938 Colorado Chauffeur’s Badge. It wasn’t a total victory, as The Dark One found some nice things as well, but it’s a start. A small personal victory. But will this be the start of something horrible? Will this lead to crime scene tape and headlines? Only time will tell.
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