leslie(nova scotia)
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- Sep 22, 2006
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- Detector(s) used
- Garretts only
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
The day of the quest. A fine day that saw billowing clouds meander across a true blue sky. Waves of heat danced just above the ground enticing all to follow.
The loyal servant of the "House of Blue of Nose" looked out the window pondering. Was it a good day to dig. His much better half lay in bed snoring to her favorite prayer. The loyal servant prayed giving thanks for his Hunny Bunny, family and the right of another day as he took his ritual toasted fried egg sandwich with "most Rotten of Ronnies " coffee.
Right of passage, freedom to choose was given by a now awakening Hunny Bunny. To the arsenal did the servant go, choosing weapons of mass detection of whose name cannot be said (1).
Mounting his most trusty of traveling devices Nogo Sojo, the servant was on the most holy of quota quests having been delinquent to the cause for far too long. The time of mourning observed and forever in his heart.
Parsecs covered in a Nano second, black holes avoided as well as colliding stellar schooners of trade. The sought after promised land appeared with all life forms disappeared. Or was it? As he exited a swarm of vampire horse flies with fiery eyes circled to pick at his flesh. A dome of Deep Woods Off did not deter the feasting of the flesh. The servant put on his digging coat of armor which thwarted the feasting but caused the humble servant of the quest to swelter in the heat. No glory without sacrifice! The swinging orb routed out metal circles, more metal circles. The quest for quota could be within reach. An odd tone.................glory!
Still the quest had to go on. Sweat like a flowing of Niagara Falls on earth impaired the crusaders vision. Water. Water must engulf him. Too sooth the wounds of the quest.
A marine environment enjoyed by those of leisure was located. Donning his 3/4 aquatic black suit the servant entered the water with muscles bulging like his belly causing all aquatic life within 100 meters to give him a wide birth least they fear his wrath.
Metallic circles were captured along with a device unknown to the crusader servant. It was best described as tri barbed, hairy elongated green and shiny thing of unknown origin....dangerous to those that use this aquatic port for leisure.
The quest for quota was observed plus 17, a game of fun token from another world, a thingy that attracts metal as well as the Silver Lion of 925 with the fierce red eyes of Digatopia.
The servant of quota jettisoned to his home world to enjoy the World Cup as Uruguay took on Christian Ranoldo on the viewing screen aided by a glass of "Digaholics Delirium Delight.'
(1) Thy humble quester will no longer speak the name of the manufacturer of his 7 machines which he has loyally swung for over 45 years, returned for service as many times and promoted endlessly. A matter of divine principle for when the servant asked for a replacement hat the powers that be sent him photos of their brand hat at over $10 USA a pop.
The loyal servant of the "House of Blue of Nose" looked out the window pondering. Was it a good day to dig. His much better half lay in bed snoring to her favorite prayer. The loyal servant prayed giving thanks for his Hunny Bunny, family and the right of another day as he took his ritual toasted fried egg sandwich with "most Rotten of Ronnies " coffee.
Right of passage, freedom to choose was given by a now awakening Hunny Bunny. To the arsenal did the servant go, choosing weapons of mass detection of whose name cannot be said (1).
Mounting his most trusty of traveling devices Nogo Sojo, the servant was on the most holy of quota quests having been delinquent to the cause for far too long. The time of mourning observed and forever in his heart.
Parsecs covered in a Nano second, black holes avoided as well as colliding stellar schooners of trade. The sought after promised land appeared with all life forms disappeared. Or was it? As he exited a swarm of vampire horse flies with fiery eyes circled to pick at his flesh. A dome of Deep Woods Off did not deter the feasting of the flesh. The servant put on his digging coat of armor which thwarted the feasting but caused the humble servant of the quest to swelter in the heat. No glory without sacrifice! The swinging orb routed out metal circles, more metal circles. The quest for quota could be within reach. An odd tone.................glory!
Still the quest had to go on. Sweat like a flowing of Niagara Falls on earth impaired the crusaders vision. Water. Water must engulf him. Too sooth the wounds of the quest.
A marine environment enjoyed by those of leisure was located. Donning his 3/4 aquatic black suit the servant entered the water with muscles bulging like his belly causing all aquatic life within 100 meters to give him a wide birth least they fear his wrath.
Metallic circles were captured along with a device unknown to the crusader servant. It was best described as tri barbed, hairy elongated green and shiny thing of unknown origin....dangerous to those that use this aquatic port for leisure.
The quest for quota was observed plus 17, a game of fun token from another world, a thingy that attracts metal as well as the Silver Lion of 925 with the fierce red eyes of Digatopia.
The servant of quota jettisoned to his home world to enjoy the World Cup as Uruguay took on Christian Ranoldo on the viewing screen aided by a glass of "Digaholics Delirium Delight.'
(1) Thy humble quester will no longer speak the name of the manufacturer of his 7 machines which he has loyally swung for over 45 years, returned for service as many times and promoted endlessly. A matter of divine principle for when the servant asked for a replacement hat the powers that be sent him photos of their brand hat at over $10 USA a pop.
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