cwtrader1863
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I was cleaning out old stuff on my computer this morning to make more space and came across an old story I wrote for Western/Eastern Magazine years ago. This was one of my most favorite & rewarding hunts of the past 29 years.
"One of My Most Satisfying Hunts"
I know what your thinking - what all goodies did I bring home. No, this time I found a lot but brought home nothing. This hunt was not about being rewarded by a great site and lots of relics. It was about compassion, satisfaction of helping someone in need; about doing the right thing.
I got a call the other day from an old friend whom I have known a long time and has helped me in many ways over the years. He told me about some dear friends of his who had just experienced a fire that burned their two story plantation home to the ground. The woman of the house made it out the front door, but her husband was not so lucky. They found him near the door in the kitchen. This couple was just about to celebrate their 60th Wedding Anniversary.
The Husband, I am told, the night before showed his wife the anniversary ring he had purchased for their upcoming anniversary. With the dawn of a new day, just hours later, the wife was left with nothing. No husband; no ring. Nothing from their lifelong journey together.
My friend knowing that I metal detect asked for my help in going through the rubble that was left behind from the fire. I told him that I would be glad to do whatever I could to locate any surviving keepsakes. The next day I met my friend at the charred location. My friend took a look around and said,
"One of My Most Satisfying Hunts"
I know what your thinking - what all goodies did I bring home. No, this time I found a lot but brought home nothing. This hunt was not about being rewarded by a great site and lots of relics. It was about compassion, satisfaction of helping someone in need; about doing the right thing.
I got a call the other day from an old friend whom I have known a long time and has helped me in many ways over the years. He told me about some dear friends of his who had just experienced a fire that burned their two story plantation home to the ground. The woman of the house made it out the front door, but her husband was not so lucky. They found him near the door in the kitchen. This couple was just about to celebrate their 60th Wedding Anniversary.
The Husband, I am told, the night before showed his wife the anniversary ring he had purchased for their upcoming anniversary. With the dawn of a new day, just hours later, the wife was left with nothing. No husband; no ring. Nothing from their lifelong journey together.
My friend knowing that I metal detect asked for my help in going through the rubble that was left behind from the fire. I told him that I would be glad to do whatever I could to locate any surviving keepsakes. The next day I met my friend at the charred location. My friend took a look around and said,