Work has been driving me crazy lately. I decided to stop at Horseshoe Bay for a spin on may way in to check on the job this morning and I'm glad I did. The camera batteries were dead this morning so just the nut for pics today.
The beach was spongy and soft when I arrived at Horseshoe Bay, never a good sign. Targets were few and far between so all I managed was a Bermudian quarter and a couple of pull tabs, just the light stuff as you would expect. I stopped by the lifeguard station for a chat with the kids who run it on my way out. "Has anyone reported losing a ring lately? I asked. "No, nobody lost any ring, Why?" was the chief lifeguard's reply. So I described the class rings I'd found and told him I'd like to return them if I could. The kid seemed surprised but just shrugged his shoulders and went back to rearranging the deck chairs at the lifeguard station. Well, what's a pirate to do? I headed back to the 'Toenail' and a short hop down to Warwick Long Bay where I found the surf was crashing in even worse than it was when I left Horseshoe Bay. I just hit the water when a Rasta Man waved me back to the beach so I headed back to shore and a huge wave carried me up the beach and deposited me at the feet of the Rasta Man. He had a coil of dreadlocks wrapped around his neck like a scarf and the rest of the dreads trailed down his back another 3 feet. This guy was seriously Rastafarian but he (Benson) was extremely polite as he asked for my help in locating his silver .925 Lion of Juda wedding ring that he'd lost last week while swimming with his kids. Benson had been coming back to the beach everyday to see if the surf had offered his wedding band back up for him to find. I told him I'd be glad to help but the area he indicated was at least 6 feet deep without the 5 ft. surf. "No can do today" I said 'but I'll come back at the full moon and see what I can do if the winds are right". I did check out the wet sand and the lane just in case but got knocked down by a nasty rogue wave and decided to wait. Discretion being the better part of valour. I wandered over to Jobson's Cove and there were a few families with little ones in the knee deep water at the edge of this sheltered cove. I went deep as is my preference and avoided the little tikes. Another quarter and not much else until I got a really strong signal that I followed down for 5 scoops and then it disappeared.
I mucked around for a few more scoops and the signal reappeared when I hooked into a rock that barely fit in my scoop. Up came the rock in my scoop and the signal was gone again, so I pulled out the rock and lying in the bottom of the scoop was this big ticket that slides over my thumb knuckles with ease. An American quarter fits inside this ring.
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Total nut less the half dozen pull tabs I left in the trashcan
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Cheers,
BDA
The beach was spongy and soft when I arrived at Horseshoe Bay, never a good sign. Targets were few and far between so all I managed was a Bermudian quarter and a couple of pull tabs, just the light stuff as you would expect. I stopped by the lifeguard station for a chat with the kids who run it on my way out. "Has anyone reported losing a ring lately? I asked. "No, nobody lost any ring, Why?" was the chief lifeguard's reply. So I described the class rings I'd found and told him I'd like to return them if I could. The kid seemed surprised but just shrugged his shoulders and went back to rearranging the deck chairs at the lifeguard station. Well, what's a pirate to do? I headed back to the 'Toenail' and a short hop down to Warwick Long Bay where I found the surf was crashing in even worse than it was when I left Horseshoe Bay. I just hit the water when a Rasta Man waved me back to the beach so I headed back to shore and a huge wave carried me up the beach and deposited me at the feet of the Rasta Man. He had a coil of dreadlocks wrapped around his neck like a scarf and the rest of the dreads trailed down his back another 3 feet. This guy was seriously Rastafarian but he (Benson) was extremely polite as he asked for my help in locating his silver .925 Lion of Juda wedding ring that he'd lost last week while swimming with his kids. Benson had been coming back to the beach everyday to see if the surf had offered his wedding band back up for him to find. I told him I'd be glad to help but the area he indicated was at least 6 feet deep without the 5 ft. surf. "No can do today" I said 'but I'll come back at the full moon and see what I can do if the winds are right". I did check out the wet sand and the lane just in case but got knocked down by a nasty rogue wave and decided to wait. Discretion being the better part of valour. I wandered over to Jobson's Cove and there were a few families with little ones in the knee deep water at the edge of this sheltered cove. I went deep as is my preference and avoided the little tikes. Another quarter and not much else until I got a really strong signal that I followed down for 5 scoops and then it disappeared.
I mucked around for a few more scoops and the signal reappeared when I hooked into a rock that barely fit in my scoop. Up came the rock in my scoop and the signal was gone again, so I pulled out the rock and lying in the bottom of the scoop was this big ticket that slides over my thumb knuckles with ease. An American quarter fits inside this ring.[attachment 66433 P8250003-1.JPG]
Total nut less the half dozen pull tabs I left in the trashcan
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Cheers,
BDA
The rip tide is just waiting for a major break out so it's extremely hazardous to go out to neck deep. I'm going to have to let the platinum ring wait for a while and try other locations not effected by the strong SW winds we've been having for the last 3 weeks.
