Mike Moutray - St.Louis MO
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Guvner tried to get me to meet up with the gang Saturday, but I have to work Saturdays and I coundn't break away.... All day at work Saturday I was drooling over the nice weather outside - I don't think I accomplished anything productive. I decided to go out Sunday to the ghetto parks to try for something old.
Rain was moving through the area and I had to go hunt in Guvner's "back yard" for a couple hours first. I managed to do really nice "Ric" job on a silver quarter in a pile of nails and pulltabs. When the rain moved out I moved downtown to the Ghetto Park.
When the strong, cold winds dried off the grass, signals popped up everywhere. I managed 4 silver dimes and a few wheaties. Then I was paid a visit by the local welcoming committee - some young punk appeared out of nowhere behind me yelling at me. I reached up with my digging hand to take off my phones so I could hear what he was saying... making it look like I brought up my Lesche digger to stab him and he jumped back a couple steps. He stood there with his sidekick - who was dressed in sweats with sparring gloves on airboxing at me with a stupid grin (Really, you look like a cartoon charcter with that grill in you...) He was doing his best Gangsta posturing and rattling off something about how "He" don't want me digging holes in "His" park and that "We" take pride in "Our" park around here. I quickly thought how ridiculous that last one sounded since he was literally standing on a shattered malt liquor bottle with about 10 tons of trash blowing by him in the wind. Of course I knew what he meant to say was "White boy, you don't belong in my Hood and you need to get out."
I pretty much told him I aint digging any holes, and asked if he saw any that I left. He said I need to go somewhere else again, and I said "Naw... I kind of like it here" He asked if I was from around there and I said I lived 3 blocks away.
He didn't look like he believed me but didn't say anything else and walked away saying "Don't dig no holes" as he went. I made sure I saw what house he went into so I could keep tabs on him coming back to me with a gun or a gang of his homies. But all remained serene and peaceful til I left an hour later.
Nobody ever said hunting Ghetto parks didn't come without risks or excitement that you don't want. Always keep your eyes peeled and aware of who is around you and stand up for your right to be there until they threaten you, then leave. If I wasn't 6 foot 5 with a large jagged weapon in the air ready to strike at them, he might have forced the issue.
Anyway, enjoy the pics and HH, Mike.
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Rain was moving through the area and I had to go hunt in Guvner's "back yard" for a couple hours first. I managed to do really nice "Ric" job on a silver quarter in a pile of nails and pulltabs. When the rain moved out I moved downtown to the Ghetto Park.
When the strong, cold winds dried off the grass, signals popped up everywhere. I managed 4 silver dimes and a few wheaties. Then I was paid a visit by the local welcoming committee - some young punk appeared out of nowhere behind me yelling at me. I reached up with my digging hand to take off my phones so I could hear what he was saying... making it look like I brought up my Lesche digger to stab him and he jumped back a couple steps. He stood there with his sidekick - who was dressed in sweats with sparring gloves on airboxing at me with a stupid grin (Really, you look like a cartoon charcter with that grill in you...) He was doing his best Gangsta posturing and rattling off something about how "He" don't want me digging holes in "His" park and that "We" take pride in "Our" park around here. I quickly thought how ridiculous that last one sounded since he was literally standing on a shattered malt liquor bottle with about 10 tons of trash blowing by him in the wind. Of course I knew what he meant to say was "White boy, you don't belong in my Hood and you need to get out."
I pretty much told him I aint digging any holes, and asked if he saw any that I left. He said I need to go somewhere else again, and I said "Naw... I kind of like it here" He asked if I was from around there and I said I lived 3 blocks away.
He didn't look like he believed me but didn't say anything else and walked away saying "Don't dig no holes" as he went. I made sure I saw what house he went into so I could keep tabs on him coming back to me with a gun or a gang of his homies. But all remained serene and peaceful til I left an hour later.Nobody ever said hunting Ghetto parks didn't come without risks or excitement that you don't want. Always keep your eyes peeled and aware of who is around you and stand up for your right to be there until they threaten you, then leave. If I wasn't 6 foot 5 with a large jagged weapon in the air ready to strike at them, he might have forced the issue.
Anyway, enjoy the pics and HH, Mike.
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