OregonMike
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Out the other evening, in a lonely field, thinking I'm all alone, but we probably all know that wherever we are, there's a chance someone is watching, even though we might never see them.
So, I'm swinging along, finding nothing, when suddenly I hear this voice from over a nearby fence.
"What are you doing?"
So we have the usual conversation. The guy tells me that it's not likely I'll find anything in that field because it's basically been cattle and horse pasture, nothing much there. That doesn't change my mind, but...
He seems lonely, and he keeps talking, and in the course of conversation he tells me his wife has passed away. I offer my condolences. Then he invites me onto his property to hunt his back yard, and his house is from the 1940's, so that sounds like a better deal. I agree.
Although my wife knew I was headed to the pasture, now I'm headed where no one knows where I am.
I'm now in a fully fenced and enclosed back yard; no one else seems to be around. Me with headphones on, noises in my ears, focusing on my detecting. The guy has gone into his house.
I'm down on the ground, opening up a little flap. I look up, and here the guy is standing next to me and slightly behind me. I look again, and he is standing there, with a MEAT CLEAVER in his hand.
(Dramatic pause......)
My first thought, after realizing my situation was, "well, if it's my time, at least I will die happy, doing something I love."
But obviously I am writing this, so fortunately my time had not yet come.
Instead, he says, "I'm chopping up some meat for dinner. Would you like some?"
Whew!
I politely decline, and he goes back inside.
Eventually the hunt yields a '57 Rosie, along with assorted clad. Silver!!!!!!!!
He couldn't have been more gracious or kind.
But for a moment there, he had me a bit concerned.
Fortunately, all's well that ends well.
Anyone else had anything like this happen?
So, I'm swinging along, finding nothing, when suddenly I hear this voice from over a nearby fence.
"What are you doing?"
So we have the usual conversation. The guy tells me that it's not likely I'll find anything in that field because it's basically been cattle and horse pasture, nothing much there. That doesn't change my mind, but...
He seems lonely, and he keeps talking, and in the course of conversation he tells me his wife has passed away. I offer my condolences. Then he invites me onto his property to hunt his back yard, and his house is from the 1940's, so that sounds like a better deal. I agree.
Although my wife knew I was headed to the pasture, now I'm headed where no one knows where I am.
I'm now in a fully fenced and enclosed back yard; no one else seems to be around. Me with headphones on, noises in my ears, focusing on my detecting. The guy has gone into his house.
I'm down on the ground, opening up a little flap. I look up, and here the guy is standing next to me and slightly behind me. I look again, and he is standing there, with a MEAT CLEAVER in his hand.
(Dramatic pause......)
My first thought, after realizing my situation was, "well, if it's my time, at least I will die happy, doing something I love."
But obviously I am writing this, so fortunately my time had not yet come.
Instead, he says, "I'm chopping up some meat for dinner. Would you like some?"
Whew!
I politely decline, and he goes back inside.
Eventually the hunt yields a '57 Rosie, along with assorted clad. Silver!!!!!!!!
He couldn't have been more gracious or kind.
But for a moment there, he had me a bit concerned.
Fortunately, all's well that ends well.
Anyone else had anything like this happen?