I met up with Taylor and his dad at a rental house to do some detecting. I got smoked by Taylor and his dad found some silver as well. I couldn't get nothing going right. I was tired and wore out and couldn't get in the zone. http://www.findmall.com/read.php?83,2205375 After we finished detecting the rental house we went our separate ways around noon. It gets worse, much worse. I decided to try another location and work the grassy area along a long strip of sidewalk in front of an old church. As hard as I tried, I couldn't find a coin and I was trying my best. I looked up and saw a bum coming in my direction. He was having trouble staying on the sidewalk and would take two steps forward and one step backwards. It took him forever to cover 75 yards. When we did finally meet up, while he was holding a beer with a drunken look, he stated that he wasn't crazy, he said he just looks that way. He asked me what I was looking for and I told him coins. He staggered past me and about ten yards further down the sidewalk he bends over and picks up something and walks back and shows me a quarter that had been hit by a lawn mover. I told him he had some really good eyes. He staggers off again and goes about 20 yards or so further down the sidewalk and bends over and picks up something else. He staggers back and shows me a 1976 Elizabeth II Australian dollar coin. He asked me if it was worth anything and I told him that it was worth a buck, maybe two at the most. He said would you give $3.00 dollars for it to get some chicken. I agreed and handed him the money. When a drunk without a metal detector smokes me finding coins I knew right then and there that it was time for me to go home. It just wasn't my day.
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