Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 17, 2020 16:05:57 GMT -5
The clouds spoke of snow that would soon come. No amount of layered clothing thwarted the chill of the wind. Standing guard were bare trees awaiting for the call of spring to once again cloth them in many shades of green. A lone manmade structure pointed towards the heavens as if to ward off the darkened sky.
The aged hunter was not new to this land having slain many a silver over the seasons. Many a copper with many a hunter. On the main path through this reserve park land a sign that was not native. The hunter knew what it was at first glance. The "Detectorist Terrorist" had been there leaving his unwelcomed mark!(p1)
Saddened the hunter limped up and down the hillside in search of prey. A sound, the tensing of the muscles and the first target was unearthed. Strange to the hunter was this prey. The hunter found a can of refuse to deposit this thing of the white mans who the hunter knew drank, dark evil spirits from. The hunter recalled the white men going crazy, falling over themselves and making strange noises while under it's spell!
Mother Earth seemed pleased by the cleansing of the conveyor of the evil spirit for the next sound came easily, putting a smile upon the hunters hardened face. The remains of the Detector Terrorist's tool for digging.(p2)
The wind stiffened as did the bones of the hunter who had to leave to attend to his duties as a husband. Inwardly the hunter smiled for that meant a warm meal and a warm embrace.
Could not post the other two photos in this post but have added (p1) in the place where a photo of a big unfilled hole is, (p2) remains of a shovel. Be safe all.
The aged hunter was not new to this land having slain many a silver over the seasons. Many a copper with many a hunter. On the main path through this reserve park land a sign that was not native. The hunter knew what it was at first glance. The "Detectorist Terrorist" had been there leaving his unwelcomed mark!(p1)
Saddened the hunter limped up and down the hillside in search of prey. A sound, the tensing of the muscles and the first target was unearthed. Strange to the hunter was this prey. The hunter found a can of refuse to deposit this thing of the white mans who the hunter knew drank, dark evil spirits from. The hunter recalled the white men going crazy, falling over themselves and making strange noises while under it's spell!
Mother Earth seemed pleased by the cleansing of the conveyor of the evil spirit for the next sound came easily, putting a smile upon the hunters hardened face. The remains of the Detector Terrorist's tool for digging.(p2)
The wind stiffened as did the bones of the hunter who had to leave to attend to his duties as a husband. Inwardly the hunter smiled for that meant a warm meal and a warm embrace.
Could not post the other two photos in this post but have added (p1) in the place where a photo of a big unfilled hole is, (p2) remains of a shovel. Be safe all.
