Post by Leslie Sarkany on Feb 3, 2016 13:22:51 GMT -5
A famous warrior of the world's oceans once said "Dam the torpedoes and full steam ahead' where in recent times a domestic digger said "Dam the housework I'm going digging" invoking the possibility of the wrath of the Hunny Bunny.
Today was such a day with a window of opportunity that spanned from low tide till high. Hit a local park and eyeballed a few golf eggs and my first "Robin" of the year. Spring must be close. Today was a stroll down memory lane as I was retiring my digging jacket of over 25 years. It was naked. No Canadian flags on the shoulders,no Nova Scotian flag, no team Garrett patch, no Man U , no Montreal Canadians patch over my heart.
Thanks again Navy Davy for the new camo jacket. The retired one I had gained from a military policeman from Windsor Park with whom I traded one of my old police parka....eons ago.
Kind of cold and wasn't long before my feet froze and Niagara nose was running freely. Scoffed a few pennies and a musket ball before the incoming tide forced the end of the dig. Just didn't realize how much I missed the hunt...................the little spry lad had replaced the aged digger for a tad.
Today was such a day with a window of opportunity that spanned from low tide till high. Hit a local park and eyeballed a few golf eggs and my first "Robin" of the year. Spring must be close. Today was a stroll down memory lane as I was retiring my digging jacket of over 25 years. It was naked. No Canadian flags on the shoulders,no Nova Scotian flag, no team Garrett patch, no Man U , no Montreal Canadians patch over my heart.
Thanks again Navy Davy for the new camo jacket. The retired one I had gained from a military policeman from Windsor Park with whom I traded one of my old police parka....eons ago.
Kind of cold and wasn't long before my feet froze and Niagara nose was running freely. Scoffed a few pennies and a musket ball before the incoming tide forced the end of the dig. Just didn't realize how much I missed the hunt...................the little spry lad had replaced the aged digger for a tad.
