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Wandered out this evening just before dark and rounded up some clad - even some another guy left behind..

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Uncle Willy

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Went to one of my regular spots with the old 1500 and wasn't doing too hot for awhile. After wandering around forever I had just four dimes in my jeans and was about to hang it up but I'm a stubborn cuss and decided I wasn't leaving until I found at least one quarter. Well I finally stumbled upon an old cruddy quarter that had been laying five inches down since Hector was a pup. That invigorated me a bit so I kept plugging along until I had picked up over two bucks. Found four coins in a hole someone else had dug. Don't have a clue how the guy could have missed them. I poked around with the PP and found them all in the loose dirt. Maybe he should look into a new Pro-Pointer. :).

A bunch of folks were there with their dogs and for awhile I had canine partners hanging around wondering what I was doing and trying to play with my coil. Some had a ball in their mouth they had just retrieved so I took it and tossed it again and watched them chase after it. Trouble was they brought it right back to me.HA. Then all of a sudden a hoard of soccer apes descended upon the feild I was hunting like a swarm of maggots and forced me out, so it was time to leave. As I was probing for a coin at the edge of the field the soccer apes came jogging right by me and this one little guy said, " good luck" as he whizzed by. By the time I stood up to thank him the little feller was yards away. But it was getting late and I had to get home and feed momma and the dog. On Halloween momma and I will have been together for a whopping 45 years. She was reminding me of that this morning and I told her it seemed like much longer. :rofl:

Bill
 
sounds like a good hunt & congrats on reaching the 45 year mark that's quite an achievement :inlove: :thumbup:
 
Wow, did you wax eloquent today! Usually a man of few words, this outpouring is a welcome change. "When Hector was a pup" - that cracked me up. :)
I used to have a priest that would refer to the typical dour faced Christians one sees as "going around, looking like the wreck of the Hesperus."
I hadda look THAT one up.

I would like to be the first to congratulate you and the missus on 45 years together. That is a real achievement. I also think it's interesting that your anniversary is on Halloween. There is something odd with that...
 
Congratulations on your 45 years aniversary..:clapping:
42 and counting !
 
That's funny, the wife here says you should put a flower on your lapel and squirt water at everyone :laugh:
 
Yeah being a writer I can really wax eloquent if I choose. "Wreck of the Hesperus" is an old colloquialism from the Midwest, one of my mom's favorite expressions. I used another one awhile back in a post here - "skin flint"- which means a person who is stingy, frugal, or tight with a buck, and someone misconstrued it as a racial slur and had my post deleted. Couldn't believe it. I forget this isn't an English speaking nation anymore. :rofl:

Me and the old lady were in Vegas on Halloween and decided to get hitched there. Makes it an easy anniversary to remember. :rofl:

Bill
 
Congratulations Bill, hope you have 45 more!

Hard to believe someone didn't know the meaning of skin flint. But someone who's a skin flint is by definition niggardly as well - and that one can really get misconstrued...
 
... I like the whacky direction this post has taken!
Imagine being a niggardly, skin-flint in Vegas, hmmmm?
 
Bill, congrats on the 45 years... I have been married for a total of 45 years if you add up all the marriages. :surrender:
 
Nice haul and congrats on 45 years.
 
I was hunting around this backstop one day and did a pretty thorough job, or so I thought. I went back about a week later and did a quick pass through just to see how good a job I did. I found only one target which was one I had detected on my previous trip but had passed over because it imaged between size D and C. The second time I was there it was a solid size C. Turned out to be about 2 bucks in clad spread out over a fairly lagre area. I guess the point of my story is that sometimes I'm both the guy who leaves the goodies behind and the guy who later finds what the guy ahead of him missed. I'v gotten a lot better since then. In 10 or 20 years maybe I'll be in your league.

Married on Halloween eh? Smart. Hard to forget the anniversary that way. Happy anniversary. Go out for a nice dinner, get her some flowers and some candy, dig through your pile of gold and diamond rings and pick out something nice for her, and then get out and get detecting!

Chris
 
YeahI have written numerous times about those coin groups that read as a big target and like junk and get passed by.. Glad you went back and found what you missed. I get a lot of those big, wide signals that sound like junk but turn out to be coin groups. I check them all.

Bill
 
That wouldn't be any fun at all but I 've seen a few like that there. There was a bar there where we all cashed our checks on Friday that gave one a free beer and a silver dollar just for cashing your check there. Course most of us turned right around and plunked the dollar into the progressive slot machine right behind us. One day this guy hit it for over $14,000 and then quickly disappeared. A few minutes later I walked into the bathroom and there he was stuffing money into his socks, shorts, inside his shirt. I told him they have banks here in town. He said he had his own bank. :rofl:

Bill
 
A young, sharp dressed guy is sitting in a bar, talking animatedly into his hand. He's holding it up to his head like a phone, but his hand is empty. Occasionally, he pokes at his palm like he's calling up a number, and then talks some more into the hand.

After a while the bartender, thinking he has a whacko on his hands, asks what he's up to.

"Oh nothing," the fellow repsponds. "I'm a very successful stockbroker, so I have the latest technology here. What I've done, you see, is had a micro-miniature phone embedded in the palm of my hand. NO more cell phones and I always have it with me so I can stay on top of the market and my business."

Like bartenders the world over, this one merely shrugs (having seen it all) and goes on about his business. In a while, the phone guy speaks up again.

"Hey barkeep. Watch my seat for me, will 'ya? I'm going to the bathroom."

The barman nods and, with that, the guy disappears into the back. Minutes go by, then tens of minutes and the barman begins to worry. So he ducks in back to check on the guy.

When he opens the bathroom door, however, he's treated to the sight of 'phone guy' spread-eagled aganst the wall -- with his pant down around his ankles and along piece of TOILET PAPER hanging from his butt!

"What the *$^#$ are you doing, buddy?!" shouts the angered bartender, certain now that he DOES have a nutjob on his hands.

"Oh nothing," the fellow retorts. "I'm just waiting on a fax to come in...."
 
FELICIDADES!!!! Uncle Willy. 45 Years!!! That is just AWESOME!! I'm 31 years old and verely at 11, my aniversary got kind of screwed though. Mine is on the 9/11. :nopity:
Gotta think happy thoughts on that day. :wiggle:
 
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