Colonial KirkPA
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Yo Tnet forum, what's up? KirkPA here. I just got back from datectin', so I decided to sit my metal detecting butt down and type up my latest adventure with my good buddy, PACO. The night before, I called my good buddy's homestead, in which my good buddy picked up the phone, so I stated, "Pac, it's me." So, we proceeded to chat about our hobby...we went through many metal detecting topics...the average, boring dude may think, "Do you dudes ever run out of steam?" My response would be, with a fist raised in egotistical power, "No, do you HAVE a hobby?" He may respond, "Ummm, no, I am just a boring guy." KirkPA would then firmly state, with the look of the metal detecting fever on his sexy face, "Exactly! Good day to you, siiiirrrrr." (stated like an Englishman trying to act proper, but just not being able to). 
Dudes and dudettes, PACO and finally got to the topic of "Where we would swing our White's metal datectas the next day at 5 pm Eastern time." With the phone in my right hand and a pen in my left hand (I am right-handed
), I decided to showcase my penmanship. With my left hand firmly around the pen, I decided to write out my one idea. While I wrote it down, I relayed it to PACO on the other line (I stated it like a Hispanic dude who just learned English last month), "Thay-n, PaK-oo, way coo-d hit foam tat proo-duces all time." PACO seemed troubled, "Kirk, seriously, state that in normal English." Kirk (Benito was my Spanish name in high school) stated with gravity, "Then, PACO, we could hit the farm that produces all the time." Indubitably, Tnet forum viewers, we hit the superly productive farmy.
While creeping up to the site, I yelled to PACO, who was a foot away, "Stop here, PACO!" So, he did stop, and I got my metal detecting butt out of his truck to unload my treasure equipment. Indeed, dudes, I am a treasure hunter, so I purchase equipment that seeks treasure. I was walking into the meadow while PACO was shifting gears and speeding off to his destination: another part of the farm that he wanted to check out.
I datected the meadow with very litte luck today...I got 3 musketballs...I almost threw them...they gave me half dime readings, dam* it. After about an hour here, I decided to walk my way to the Colonial field. At that moment, I got a call over my intercom, "Kirk, I just got a wilver. I won't tell you what it is, so you better get your a$$ over here."
Now, dudes, "over here" was about a mile away, so being the athletic dude that I am, I put my detector on my shoulder and started to jog to where he was at. This was when it got interesting. While jogging, I got disoriented on where I was actually located in relation to my good amigo. After about 2 minutes of this athletic feat, I stopped and thought to myself, "Oh sh*t, I ran in the opposite direction." At that moment, I looked up and saw a big dog running in my direction, "Oh sh*t, I am not on Carl and Barb's property anymore." I accidently crossed their property marker and was in some other farmer dude's pasture...yes, his dog was charging at me, so I turned in the direction opposite to where the dog was running from and decided to put my "pedal to the metal." I ran like a MF'er for about 50 yards and then decided to glance back....that was when I saw the dog resting on his stomach...YES, dudes, I outran a dog...that just proves my speed and to think, I had a datect in my hand, so I couldn't move both of my arms...I told you I was fast.
I looked at the big pup and chuckled, "You can't catch me, so don't try." I then turned my back from him and continued my jog to Pac...I wasn't even out of breath. Once I arrived at PACO's metal detecting side, I stated, "Dude, I just outran a dog. Oh, what did you find?" He dropped a coin in my hand, "Heck yeah, dude, you found a Spanish half real!" I gave him a high-five. It is a little bent, but the date of 1775 is perfectly readable. He found it in a field where we had located some remnants from the past. It was starting to get dark, so we called it a day.
Here is a picture of the field where PACO recovered the wilver:
PACO the Dude at his finest (the batteries died on me after that):
1775 Spanish wilver:
Dudes and dudettes, PACO and finally got to the topic of "Where we would swing our White's metal datectas the next day at 5 pm Eastern time." With the phone in my right hand and a pen in my left hand (I am right-handed
), I decided to showcase my penmanship. With my left hand firmly around the pen, I decided to write out my one idea. While I wrote it down, I relayed it to PACO on the other line (I stated it like a Hispanic dude who just learned English last month), "Thay-n, PaK-oo, way coo-d hit foam tat proo-duces all time." PACO seemed troubled, "Kirk, seriously, state that in normal English." Kirk (Benito was my Spanish name in high school) stated with gravity, "Then, PACO, we could hit the farm that produces all the time." Indubitably, Tnet forum viewers, we hit the superly productive farmy.While creeping up to the site, I yelled to PACO, who was a foot away, "Stop here, PACO!" So, he did stop, and I got my metal detecting butt out of his truck to unload my treasure equipment. Indeed, dudes, I am a treasure hunter, so I purchase equipment that seeks treasure.
I was walking into the meadow while PACO was shifting gears and speeding off to his destination: another part of the farm that he wanted to check out. I datected the meadow with very litte luck today...I got 3 musketballs...I almost threw them...they gave me half dime readings, dam* it.
After about an hour here, I decided to walk my way to the Colonial field. At that moment, I got a call over my intercom, "Kirk, I just got a wilver. I won't tell you what it is, so you better get your a$$ over here." Now, dudes, "over here" was about a mile away, so being the athletic dude that I am, I put my detector on my shoulder and started to jog to where he was at. This was when it got interesting.
While jogging, I got disoriented on where I was actually located in relation to my good amigo. After about 2 minutes of this athletic feat, I stopped and thought to myself, "Oh sh*t, I ran in the opposite direction." At that moment, I looked up and saw a big dog running in my direction, "Oh sh*t, I am not on Carl and Barb's property anymore." I accidently crossed their property marker and was in some other farmer dude's pasture...yes, his dog was charging at me, so I turned in the direction opposite to where the dog was running from and decided to put my "pedal to the metal." I ran like a MF'er for about 50 yards and then decided to glance back....that was when I saw the dog resting on his stomach...YES, dudes, I outran a dog...that just proves my speed and to think, I had a datect in my hand, so I couldn't move both of my arms...I told you I was fast. I looked at the big pup and chuckled, "You can't catch me, so don't try." I then turned my back from him and continued my jog to Pac...I wasn't even out of breath. Once I arrived at PACO's metal detecting side, I stated, "Dude, I just outran a dog. Oh, what did you find?" He dropped a coin in my hand, "Heck yeah, dude, you found a Spanish half real!" I gave him a high-five. It is a little bent, but the date of 1775 is perfectly readable. He found it in a field where we had located some remnants from the past. It was starting to get dark, so we called it a day.
Here is a picture of the field where PACO recovered the wilver:
PACO the Dude at his finest (the batteries died on me after that):
1775 Spanish wilver:
