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[Rhapsody]

Quick park hunt this morning found what I think was a hunting blind from fifties around an old tree and found somebodies lost porridge spoon (I like making up scenarios in my mind how things were lost; the hunter lept forward to grab their winchester to get some prey just to have their favorite porridge spoon go tumbling into the dark morning grass to be lost until ole scrounge comes along seventy years later). Got a wheatie too then started raining hard so I bailed and am at home eating a gyro now, sorry no in situ stuff kind of a rainy day here so left phone in car...also didn't expect to find much. Enjoy!

 

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[UnderMiner]

Seeing as you like speculative scenarios I would also like to point out that the silver spoon may have actually been part of a much large hoard of treasure.

See there may have once been a group of three bandits, called the Silverados, who would plunder picnickers of their silverware and then stash it all by that tree. One day the law caught up to them and the Sheriff had the three lads lead him to their secret stash of treasure.

The Sheriff and his deputies removed over 300 pounds of silver from several large crates that the Silverados had hidden there.

The treasure was all returned, but for one spoon that was never located. As for the bandits they were all loaded into a catapult and launched into the sky where they vanished into the clouds never to be seen again. On clear nights however, when there is no moon, there appear three stars by the handle of the big dipper that local legend says are the souls of the bandits still trying to recover the last silver spoon that the sheriff never found.

By finding the last silver spoon you have finally put the legend to rest and the stars will now no longer appear on the moonless nights.

 

[Rhapsody]

Seeing as you like speculative scenarios I would also like to point out that the silver spoon may have actually been part of a much large hoard of treasure.

See there may have once been a group of three bandits, called the Silverados, who would plunder picnickers of their silverware and then stash it all by that tree. One day the law caught up to them and the Sheriff had the three lads lead him to their secret stash of treasure.

The Sheriff and his deputies removed over 300 pounds of silver from several large crates that the Silverados had hidden there.

The treasure was all returned, but for one spoon that was never located. As for the bandits they were all loaded into a catapult and launched into the sky where they vanished into the clouds never to be seen again. On clear nights however, when there is no moon, there appear three stars by the handle of the big dipper that local legend says are the souls of the bandits still trying to recover the last silver spoon that the sheriff never found.

By finding the last silver spoon you have finally put the legend to rest and the stars will now no longer appear on the moonless nights.

Silverados maybe stashed a hoard of Barber coins somewhere to the north, I must investigate but alas am in need of rejuvenation and respite. I will journey to the far off land of Olathe in search of the hoard on the morrow but may return with mere hotwheel cars and zincoln pennies (or other cool stuff to pontificate). Keep ya posted .

 

[tnt-hunter]

Seeing as you like speculative scenarios I would also like to point out that the silver spoon may have actually been part of a much large hoard of treasure.

See there may have once been a group of three bandits, called the Silverados, who would plunder picnickers of their silverware and then stash it all by that tree. One day the law caught up to them and the Sheriff had the three lads lead him to their secret stash of treasure.

The Sheriff and his deputies removed over 300 pounds of silver from several large crates that the Silverados had hidden there.

The treasure was all returned, but for one spoon that was never located. As for the bandits they were all loaded into a catapult and launched into the sky where they vanished into the clouds never to be seen again. On clear nights however, when there is no moon, there appear three stars by the handle of the big dipper that local legend says are the souls of the bandits still trying to recover the last silver spoon that the sheriff never found.

By finding the last silver spoon you have finally put the legend to rest and the stars will now no longer appear on the moonless nights.

Great story Miner. I really enjoyed it. Stay safe and keep swingin.

 

[Digger RJ]

Quick park hunt this morning found what I think was a hunting blind from fifties around an old tree and found somebodies lost porridge spoon (I like making up scenarios in my mind how things were lost; the hunter lept forward to grab their winchester to get some prey just to have their favorite porridge spoon go tumbling into the dark morning grass to be lost until ole scrounge comes along seventy years later). Got a wheatie too then started raining hard so I bailed and am at home eating a gyro now, sorry no in situ stuff kind of a rainy day here so left phone in car...also didn't expect to find much. Enjoy!

Very Nice!!! Congrats!!!

 

[Hunk-a-lead]

Quick park hunt this morning found what I think was a hunting blind from fifties around an old tree and found somebodies lost porridge spoon (I like making up scenarios in my mind how things were lost; the hunter lept forward to grab their winchester to get some prey just to have their favorite porridge spoon go tumbling into the dark morning grass to be lost until ole scrounge comes along seventy years later). Got a wheatie too then started raining hard so I bailed and am at home eating a gyro now, sorry no in situ stuff kind of a rainy day here so left phone in car...also didn't expect to find much. Enjoy!

that spoon is stunning, wtg!

 

[oldmxrat]

Sweet ol' silver, congrats!

 

[boogeyman]

Quick park hunt this morning found what I think was a hunting blind from fifties around an old tree and found somebodies lost porridge spoon (I like making up scenarios in my mind how things were lost; the hunter lept forward to grab their winchester to get some prey just to have their favorite porridge spoon go tumbling into the dark morning grass to be lost until ole scrounge comes along seventy years later). Got a wheatie too then started raining hard so I bailed and am at home eating a gyro now, sorry no in situ stuff kind of a rainy day here so left phone in car...also didn't expect to find much. Enjoy!

Nope! Not a porridge spoon! No one eats porridge in a blind. It's for scooping cold co corned beef hash out the can. Other than that your scenario is excellent! I'm glad others do this too!

Here's one for you. Bottle dump in the desert full of nothing but bean cans, a ton of wine bottles with a few Bayer aspirin bottles here & there with burned cabin remains nearby. What picture does that draw in your head? Tried to picture the person / scenario for years.

 

[Rhapsody]

Nope! Not a porridge spoon! No one eats porridge in a blind. It's for scooping cold co corned beef hash out the can. Other than that your scenario is excellent! I'm glad others do this too!

Here's one for you. Bottle dump in the desert full of nothing but bean cans, a ton of wine bottles with a few Bayer aspirin bottles here & there with burned cabin remains nearby. What picture does that draw in your head? Tried to picture the person / scenario for years.

It's truly a sad tale. Starts back east during the war between the states. Our soldier was an early bloomer, large farm hand from birth so no surprise that he saw the elephant during Shiloh at the age of fourteen. After taking an enfield slug in the leg and the subsequent amputation our young soldier scrapes together what limited resources he has and heads west to look for gold (he has heard the rumors of the streams filled with nuggets size of Robin's eggs from the idle campfire chatter). Shell shocked from the war our soldier ends up a middle aged man on an expanse of worthless desert scrub journeying into town once a month on his mule 'Jack' to get his fix of dandelion wine and a case of his favorite baked beans, only allowing himself the indulgence of a bottle of aspirin to dull the pain in his leg and heart.

 

[Gare]

Nice going

 

[Florida Finder]

Quick park hunt this morning found what I think was a hunting blind from fifties around an old tree and found somebodies lost porridge spoon (I like making up scenarios in my mind how things were lost; the hunter lept forward to grab their winchester to get some prey just to have their favorite porridge spoon go tumbling into the dark morning grass to be lost until ole scrounge comes along seventy years later). Got a wheatie too then started raining hard so I bailed and am at home eating a gyro now, sorry no in situ stuff kind of a rainy day here so left phone in car...also didn't expect to find much. Enjoy!

That’s a beautiful sterling spoon. Congratulations

 

[boogeyman]

It's truly a sad tale. Starts back east during the war between the states. Our soldier was an early bloomer, large farm hand from birth so no surprise that he saw the elephant during Shiloh at the age of fourteen. After taking an enfield slug in the leg and the subsequent amputation our young soldier scrapes together what limited resources he has and heads west to look for gold (he has heard the rumors of the streams filled with nuggets size of Robin's eggs from the idle campfire chatter). Shell shocked from the war our soldier ends up a middle aged man on an expanse of worthless desert scrub journeying into town once a month on his mule 'Jack' to get his fix of dandelion wine and a case of his favorite baked beans, only allowing himself the indulgence of a bottle of aspirin to dull the pain in his leg and heart.

EXCELLENT! A couple of the bottles had remnants of labels that looked like decals they were so old from a local winery that we think went under in the late 1800s.

Why the hell aren't you writing books? You'd do well.

 

[Coinstar magnet]

Seeing as you like speculative scenarios I would also like to point out that the silver spoon may have actually been part of a much large hoard of treasure.

See there may have once been a group of three bandits, called the Silverados, who would plunder picnickers of their silverware and then stash it all by that tree. One day the law caught up to them and the Sheriff had the three lads lead him to their secret stash of treasure.

The Sheriff and his deputies removed over 300 pounds of silver from several large crates that the Silverados had hidden there.

The treasure was all returned, but for one spoon that was never located. As for the bandits they were all loaded into a catapult and launched into the sky where they vanished into the clouds never to be seen again. On clear nights however, when there is no moon, there appear three stars by the handle of the big dipper that local legend says are the souls of the bandits still trying to recover the last silver spoon that the sheriff never found.

By finding the last silver spoon you have finally put the legend to rest and the stars will now no longer appear on the moonless nights.

Great yarn

 

[Rhapsody]

EXCELLENT! A couple of the bottles had remnants of labels that looked like decals they were so old from a local winery that we think went under in the late 1800s.

Why the hell aren't you writing books? You'd do well.

Thanks that was fun. Appreciate the encouragement, I think underminer has got me beat in the imagination department although there is a science fiction type story that has been rattling around my dome for years, maybe I'll try to start penning it to paper one day and see what happens.

 

[Hunk-a-lead]

Quick park hunt this morning found what I think was a hunting blind from fifties around an old tree and found somebodies lost porridge spoon (I like making up scenarios in my mind how things were lost; the hunter lept forward to grab their winchester to get some prey just to have their favorite porridge spoon go tumbling into the dark morning grass to be lost until ole scrounge comes along seventy years later). Got a wheatie too then started raining hard so I bailed and am at home eating a gyro now, sorry no in situ stuff kind of a rainy day here so left phone in car...also didn't expect to find much. Enjoy!

sweet, nice save. like that silver, love that spoon

 

[boogeyman]

Thanks that was fun. Appreciate the encouragement, I think underminer has got me beat in the imagination department although there is a science fiction type story that has been rattling around my dome for years, maybe I'll try to start penning it to paper one day and see what happens.

Do it! I'd bet good money you'd Excell!