Post by Leslie Sarkany on Jun 12, 2020 14:49:24 GMT -5
A dig. Go for a hunt. Dirt digging. No matter what you call it you just never know what you will find nor what can happen.
Headed out early to a rugrat field early in the predawn mist. Popped a few coins with old faithful Quota Guru #2 along with a snake (junk ring) lady bug(2nd painted rock I have found) and a torso . Must be rough kids at that place!
Doggy dew dancing got to me so I left for another location; ended up doing much of the same adding a mini football that I was sure was a mobile manure maker's toy. Pocketed it with the intent of giving it to the first dog owner I saw today. Stuck it in my pocket along with Mr. Quota.
Had had my Boost and meds earlier and felt good enough to do some mountain goating. Before entering hostile territory I doused myself in deep woods off. A few moments in the woods and I had a fan club buzzing around my head looking for a piece of me or worse my blood! Was starting to get in a fowl mood with the body not responding so I took a knee (No not for the present situation in the world) to rest up admiring the landscape. Um a lady slipper in a pose. Grabbed my camera as an un Godly squeal pierced the air. Looked around. Nothing. Brought the camera up to eye level and the sound let loose again with me limping to my feet. Still nothing in sight. A Bluenosers epiphany! The freaking mini football in my pocket. What a dumb bag of halibut occupying my diggers jacket!
Headed out early to a rugrat field early in the predawn mist. Popped a few coins with old faithful Quota Guru #2 along with a snake (junk ring) lady bug(2nd painted rock I have found) and a torso . Must be rough kids at that place!
Doggy dew dancing got to me so I left for another location; ended up doing much of the same adding a mini football that I was sure was a mobile manure maker's toy. Pocketed it with the intent of giving it to the first dog owner I saw today. Stuck it in my pocket along with Mr. Quota.
Had had my Boost and meds earlier and felt good enough to do some mountain goating. Before entering hostile territory I doused myself in deep woods off. A few moments in the woods and I had a fan club buzzing around my head looking for a piece of me or worse my blood! Was starting to get in a fowl mood with the body not responding so I took a knee (No not for the present situation in the world) to rest up admiring the landscape. Um a lady slipper in a pose. Grabbed my camera as an un Godly squeal pierced the air. Looked around. Nothing. Brought the camera up to eye level and the sound let loose again with me limping to my feet. Still nothing in sight. A Bluenosers epiphany! The freaking mini football in my pocket. What a dumb bag of halibut occupying my diggers jacket!
