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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 30, 2016 21:14:27 GMT -5
0735hrs hit the sack after a long night shift filled with.....nothing! 1118hrs awoke to heavy winds with a smattering of blue skies and unseasonable warm weather. The dig was on......dam sleep.....dam frost. I was pumped and pimped. Added a new tool to my arsenal.....a hammer! Joe.....hard and harsh..no sugar! Rotten Ronnies on a gift card. Hit a local playing field that had three kinds of soil.....that which a hammer and lesche could not get threw.....that which was 2 inches of mud then frost.....and that which was 2 inches of mush then frost which could be gottin through! Kermit stared at me.....where in the halibut was Miss Piggy..... a red eyeball find.....functionable.....an unhatched golf egg.....a Frisbee......blue and ready to throw! Arms.....like lead after the 20th coin.....must have sleep. Quota.....only in your wildest dreams. Got home.....to bed.....sleep.....thus the late post! Big Bang marathon.....on nights tomorrow.....dam the torpedoes and full steam ahead.
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 23, 2016 16:09:42 GMT -5
Hope that everyone has a safe and wonderful holiday season filled with joy, family and the Lord!
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 23, 2016 11:16:09 GMT -5
Not quite ready to throw in the towel for this year. After trying to find some decent tv to watch to no avail I turned to the machin head pile and sorted through those till the yes got wingy (British definitive stamps that are a real pain to i.d. with all the tagging, bars and different perfs and colour). Had enough and out I went to a local schoolyard that was close. After coming home from the evening shift last night and seeing a car on it's roof I did not want to venture far! Then the light snow started as I was getting frustrated as I could only get down an inch with the lesche tool before hitting bedrock ice. Lots of good targets there for the spring. Also dug a nice freesbie out of the ice. Anyway the fix is in and enough added tothe UK Fund for a Guinness. Came home and started working on the 4th draft of this years "State of the Detectorist Union Address."
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 17, 2016 9:35:22 GMT -5
Interesting blog. Not much chance of finding one here. Gold 8 reale would be the kicker. Best of the season to you!
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 11, 2016 13:26:59 GMT -5
The gig was up. Knew that the moment Hunny Bunny made me breakfast. A few moments later she was out the door with my credit card and I with the Garretts. Darn cold out there even though I was triple bagged. Started with the pro on the seashore as it was low tide and hit a few coppers. Wind was relentless so I moved inland to a playing field...out of the wind. With the snow on the field it was easy to grid off. Niagara nose was flowing freely with the tips of my fingers going numb like me brain for digging on this sort of day. Think I'll have to put my digging clothes in the washer before Marie comes home..and sweep the floor...and mop the floor! Quota was had. My Freedom 3 Plus getting a mud bath in the process. Well it all adds up. Hit a little ring that turned out to be a junker, a pin, dewie and the coins. May be the last dig of the season.
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 8, 2016 17:55:20 GMT -5
Cool read and didn't they use twigs from some specific trees at time as tooth picks........here garlic and curry keep me up to snuff. Take care youz and thanks for the postings throughout the year.
Going to invade the UK in Sept as usual....hoping for that 3rd week this coming year!
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 7, 2016 14:24:30 GMT -5
Ground still soft and with the teachers strike averted school yards and playing fields were a no go. This left me relegated to the...woods so out came the Pro with the Freedom 3 Plus staying in the trunk of Nogo Sojo. Hit a 1924 big 5 nickle followed by a dog tag. Actually the woods protected me from the breeze off the ocean and was quite a pleasant stroll. Along the closest path to the Northwest Arm hit a little ring and a nifty buckle. The only noise was the waves lapping on the shore and my grunting and groaning while gasping for breath....out of shape big time for mountain goating. As always my knee let me know when it was time to stop. Hope to get a few more kicks at the cats before this year is.....history!
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 5, 2016 16:21:23 GMT -5
Yo John...ah to be a virgin again...at anything in life. Good read!
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 5, 2016 13:37:42 GMT -5
Not a shabby touch at all for the year. Hope that shed/workshop is done this year so you will have more time to get out!
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Dec 5, 2016 13:35:10 GMT -5
Not quite...have faith!
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Nov 28, 2016 11:24:33 GMT -5
Albeit all coppers was still nice to get quota plus 24 from one hole. Personal best for number of coins in one hole and fastest quota.....under 5 minutes with the Freedom 3 Plus (no# of 2 of 3 Pluses still working)! Hope to repeat that feat on my next UK trip. Here luckily no finds officer to go through for the "Bluenoser's Horde." Days end and soon off to work! Must say "Photobucket still acting a tad disjointed!" Think I'll celebrate by stopping by and buying my lunch for work tonight....Brother's Smoked meat sub. If you lived in this area you would know that that is indeed a treat!
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Nov 26, 2016 17:52:00 GMT -5
Once upon a time not so long ago in a land that was not far far away lived Blue of Nose. A simple man of considerable years , sparse of hair,lover of mead and devote follower of the "Order of The White Orb Swingers." Blue lived for his wife, Hunny Bunny who was rumoured to be a Naysayer. A fine woman of girth who could smell a bargain at any market or stall days before it actually appeared! Blue spent his days limping through the fields looking for coins of the realm so that his beloved could pursue her passion. To be on her other cheek could mean an incantation of such fury that the mountains would spew fire and ash! Even worse she could call upon her two pets or cast the spell of the endless "Honey Do list." These thoughts plagued Blue. These fire breathers were great at the village's BBQ but not so good when the wrath of Hunny Bunny was in full bloom! The day started off like any other day in Novashire. Blue of Nose grabbed his coin dowsing Pro and took to the fields of the local wizard who taught his understudies in the arts of Black Magic, spell reversals, history of the gnomes, trolls and creatures of the Nederworld. Luckily it was a day of rest and none were about as Blue began his sweep for quota. Blue of Nose was in his element and under no illusion that quota could be attained with some effort and intestinal fortitude. His trusty steed made it be known that watering was required. Going up a path off the green field to do so the divine rod made a magical sound. Blue knelt to the earth. He gazed upon a most wonderful artifact....the Orion Buckle! Blue of nose had heard the tales that had long been passed down. Of the evil that was trapped inside of this abomination. Ever so carefully he lifted it from the earth. A slight cut of his index finger that drew blood and Blue was no more. He had become an effigy encapsulated in a metamorphic rock statue. Unbeknown to Blue the whole cursing had been witnessed by Sir Digalot, a Digtonic knight from the House of Garrettshire! Sir Digalot rushed to the aid of Blue. Sadly he was beyond the help of mortal man! Sir Digalot was unscaved as he had seen these demonic spells before whilst on the Spanish Pillar Dollar Crusades of 1015. He knew that Blue's heart was spirited away to the Hinterland. That he was cold. Sir Digalot knew that it was his duty as a knight to banish this curse and restore Blue of Nose to his human form. Steps must be taken. With the aid of mead Sir Digalot pondered deeply. Yes! First step was to transform Blue from the rock. One touch with the lesche tool that he carried by his side did the trick. Not the resulted that he craved but a start. Life as a frog was better than a rock! A noble quest was thrust upon Sir Digalot! Quota must be apprehended. Blue of Nose's heart must be found! Sir Digalot mounted his Pegasus Nogo heading towards a fiery red sun. Another field of discovery. Could quota be completed before the setting sun? Armed with his Freedom 3 Plus he waded into the field of conflict...swinging here.....digging there. He turned to the sound from the north! "My Dear God " he shouted to no one in particular as the hydra was released. Three hounds from hell. Could he be cursed or doomed to failure on this quest? Reaching into his pocket that was filled with "things one must have on a quest" he pulled out the "Bone of Babalon." The three headed apparition approached wearily. One head that of a Bull Mastiff, the other a pit bull while the middle head was the most heinous...a shiatsu! The bone was cast in their direction (actually it was three golden labs). The beasts were quelled ..not by this Charmain but by the command of the owner. The quest continued. Overhead the sun shone through the clouds as quota was had............a heart was found. Was it Blue's? With great hast did the noble knight gather up the heart and made his way back to the location of Blue. As Blue hopped towards Sir Digalot he opened his mouth spouting..."Rib it, rib it." Like a flash of lightening Sir Digalot put the heart on the creatures tongue. The effect was spontaneous and Blue was immediately transformed into his former self! Blue knelt before the knight and thanked him. But what was he to do with all those dragonflies, blue flies and moths that he had in his mouth? Sir Digalot handed him the most holy quota. Blue of Nose arose, smiled and headed towards the setting sun looking forward to holding his Hunny Bunny and sitting around the long table sharing mead with Captain Morgan of the Royal Guard!
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Nov 23, 2016 15:39:00 GMT -5
0525hrs! Marie gently hollers in my ear asking me am I awake. "No dear I'm not!" "I got a hankering for something" she says! Well she got my interest with that and then says, "Will you make me some corn chowder today." Such is the life of a Bluenoser. 0545hrs and she is off to work while I languish in bed this being my only full day off this week. 0620hrs. After surfing the 20 some odd metal detecting forums that I participate in, making the beds and doing the dishes I'm out the door with the Pro in hand not mentioning a bag of garbage and some library items from the Hunny Bunny list of things to do....man o man! Rather cold out today. Gave the Freedom 3 Plus the day off as it takes hissy fits in cold weather. Mind you the batteries in it were dead. No 9 volt ones but 48 double a's. 0710hrs. 40 minutes down the highway listening to Frankie Sinatra....mind boggling. What was mind boggling is that I was going 115kph in a 110 kph zone and absolutely everyone was passing me. Deep thought! Everyone is late, in a rush or just likes to pass every law abiding fellow on the road. Hantsport was just waking up as I dug my first coin of the day. Think one young lady woke up missing something.....this something! Around 0830hrs Mr Cavalier one of the directors of the park showed up and I made mention of the bike. He said he would look into it and offered me a private tour of the old sea captains house circa 1880 or there about. By then my fingertips were kind of numb like my brain (no gloves). Started to take some photos of the tour.....you guessed it my battery was gone like my...brain! Tour ate up about 25minutes digging time. Continued the dig till half quota was in the left hand pocket of the digging jacket. 1055hrs. Rotten Ronnies in Windsor was the next stop as I still had a few freebies from their Monopoly game. Turned around to find a seat and there was .............Lloyd with whom I had worked at the airport with. He is retired....I am not......listened to his pleasant monologue for over a half hour as I munched on my meal. Great to catch up on the news that is the news. Another part of my digging day shot! Hit a local park where several Labatt's tokens had been dug on previous outings. More! Coins. Bit of flaky white stuff falling from the sky...................and quota. Posted on the Christian Metal Detecting Forum the other day as to how folks now have their heads constantly bowed but not to say prayers or give thanks but to look at their Ipods or cel phones. This observation was further solidified on to days dig as everyone I saw on the side walk who was walking was looking at their cel phone, waiting for their child to get off the school bus and looking at their cel phone or just taking the dog out while their face was buried in their cel phone. Worst was of course on the highway...those passing me with their heads down looking at their phones while driving! This sort of reminded me of a sign at a church which some one had posted on Facebook..."If you want to take to God come here. If you want to meet him in person...text while driving!" 1415hrs. Home with quota in my pocket....and everything the hunny bunny wanted......all the ingredients to make cornacopi chowder! Not 5 minutes later Marie arrives home and asks..."Did you make my chowder." Here is tonights sunset which I got to see.....briefly, as I slaved in the galley making corn chowder!
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hi
Nov 19, 2016 18:07:26 GMT -5
Post by Leslie Sarkany on Nov 19, 2016 18:07:26 GMT -5
Welcome to the forum. See we have something in common...both detecting over 40 years. Good forum your way too... New hampshire forum. Look forward to your posts!
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Post by Leslie Sarkany on Nov 19, 2016 18:06:11 GMT -5
Just up your way the other day. Welcome to the forum. Post your finds or just chat.
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