..Post Fireworks Beach Wreckage! 11 towels, 16 empty cans, 1 umbrella, 2 unused ordnance, 
1 roll of paper towels, 3 bags of Pina Coladas, 1 pair of pants, 1 slightly drunk kid, clad up the wazoo!...[attachment 315789 july5-15-4.jpg][attachment 315790 july5-15.jpg][attachment 315791 july5-15-2.jpg][attachment 315792 july5-15-3.jpg][attachment 315793 july5-15-5.jpg][attachment 315794 july5-15-1.jpg]
Backstory:
Dog barked all night until the fireworks settled down around 2am...I was up at 3, at the beach a little before 4...running the F70 at 75 sens.DP tones, -3 thresh, barefoot...In this kind of heavy trash and in the dark, a guy needs something super accurate to pick good finds out of the mess. Cant grab this much clad in this short of time running anything other than DP tones....multiple heavy spills, got 3 Q's in one swipe of my tiny 5" scoop once... Foil, tabs, caps, cans, chairs, you get the idea..just wade into the trash piles, kick cans of sunscreen and emptys out of the way, and sweep for the tight signals..
So many towels, had to hike back to Rosie 4 times to offload, had them slung over my shoulder like the proverbial Continental Soldier!...There were so many more I left, and bedsheets galore! Could of outfitted a 4 mast schooner with all the cotton! Flip flops and watermelons even!... I had the place all to myself until about 5:30...then the other coil swingers showed up! I stumbled across this kid in the pine tree picture, who evidently dug himself a little nest and spent the night on the beach...I thought, "Cool, I could use a strong young kid to help me carry all these damn towels, and the International law of 'finders keepers' certainly applies" He was a bit too heavy for me to drag, and voiced extreme displeasure when I attempted it..
....I offered him half a watermelon as a gesture of friendship, which he declined in an insubordinant and churlish manner, and stumbled off down the beach into the pre dawn gloam, muttering an incredibly correct assumption of my metal status, age and pedigree "You crazy old Btard!"...Once it got light enough to see, @5:30, I ransacked for eyefinds while swinging coil..snatching cans and miscellaneous bric a brac.
Anyway, I was slap wornt the hell out from all those towel offload hikes!...back and forth, back and forth, at least a 1/2 mile each time! I hit a little dirt park on the way home and got a dirty Q,D,N, and P...went to the Piggley Wiggley and cashed in the cans, bought a brace of 25oz Buds with the proceeds plus another buck 80 clad..got home by 7am and am currently carbocharging....
Summation: A guy dont need eyes with DP tones...you can hunt in total darkness and distinguish good targets from pop tops and Pringle cans, even feeling a towel you can tell if it has a good pile or not...all your other senses are heightened as well.....Also, Its OK for a guy to drink on a Sunday morning before 8 am if he put in the miles...and, Americans are rich and careless..sleeping dogs and kids are best left alone....I suppose a guy could of lit one of those mortar rounds and tossed it into that kids bunker? Then popped a half watermelon over his head as he emerged!..Now that woulda made for a great picture!
A half drunk kid running down the beach with his pants on fire wearing a watermelon helmet! You just dont get to see that everyday!
Crap! Took me so long to type this out, all my beers gone! I wonder what a Pina Colada tastes like? Its not even 9 am..dare I give it a try? I certainly earned it!
Mud
1 roll of paper towels, 3 bags of Pina Coladas, 1 pair of pants, 1 slightly drunk kid, clad up the wazoo!...[attachment 315789 july5-15-4.jpg][attachment 315790 july5-15.jpg][attachment 315791 july5-15-2.jpg][attachment 315792 july5-15-3.jpg][attachment 315793 july5-15-5.jpg][attachment 315794 july5-15-1.jpg]Backstory:
Dog barked all night until the fireworks settled down around 2am...I was up at 3, at the beach a little before 4...running the F70 at 75 sens.DP tones, -3 thresh, barefoot...In this kind of heavy trash and in the dark, a guy needs something super accurate to pick good finds out of the mess. Cant grab this much clad in this short of time running anything other than DP tones....multiple heavy spills, got 3 Q's in one swipe of my tiny 5" scoop once... Foil, tabs, caps, cans, chairs, you get the idea..just wade into the trash piles, kick cans of sunscreen and emptys out of the way, and sweep for the tight signals.
.So many towels, had to hike back to Rosie 4 times to offload, had them slung over my shoulder like the proverbial Continental Soldier!...There were so many more I left, and bedsheets galore! Could of outfitted a 4 mast schooner with all the cotton! Flip flops and watermelons even!... I had the place all to myself until about 5:30...then the other coil swingers showed up! I stumbled across this kid in the pine tree picture, who evidently dug himself a little nest and spent the night on the beach...I thought, "Cool, I could use a strong young kid to help me carry all these damn towels, and the International law of 'finders keepers' certainly applies" He was a bit too heavy for me to drag, and voiced extreme displeasure when I attempted it..
....I offered him half a watermelon as a gesture of friendship, which he declined in an insubordinant and churlish manner, and stumbled off down the beach into the pre dawn gloam, muttering an incredibly correct assumption of my metal status, age and pedigree "You crazy old Btard!"...Once it got light enough to see, @5:30, I ransacked for eyefinds while swinging coil..snatching cans and miscellaneous bric a brac.Anyway, I was slap wornt the hell out from all those towel offload hikes!...back and forth, back and forth, at least a 1/2 mile each time! I hit a little dirt park on the way home and got a dirty Q,D,N, and P...went to the Piggley Wiggley and cashed in the cans, bought a brace of 25oz Buds with the proceeds plus another buck 80 clad..got home by 7am and am currently carbocharging....
Summation: A guy dont need eyes with DP tones...you can hunt in total darkness and distinguish good targets from pop tops and Pringle cans, even feeling a towel you can tell if it has a good pile or not...all your other senses are heightened as well.....Also, Its OK for a guy to drink on a Sunday morning before 8 am if he put in the miles...and, Americans are rich and careless..sleeping dogs and kids are best left alone....I suppose a guy could of lit one of those mortar rounds and tossed it into that kids bunker? Then popped a half watermelon over his head as he emerged!..Now that woulda made for a great picture!
A half drunk kid running down the beach with his pants on fire wearing a watermelon helmet! You just dont get to see that everyday! Crap! Took me so long to type this out, all my beers gone! I wonder what a Pina Colada tastes like? Its not even 9 am..dare I give it a try? I certainly earned it!
Mud
I bet that kid woulda dressed out at least 150lbs! Thats a lot of long pork! A freshly procured alcohol marinated young kid slowly roasted over a garbage can fire is probably better than McDonalds! Plus, I probably could a got a dollar for his pants and shoes too! 
