After the 5th cig chain smoked by Fred it was time for this bouy to hit his field and dig a few treasures that this field never ceases to hide and to boot me son it had started to snow.
Knew that hits were going to be few and far between but I was wrapped tightly in the usual attire and just happy to be outside admiring the view and snow. After the easy digging on the field by the stage coach stop I was not prepared for the toil that was ahead when I got my first heavenly bell tone from the Garrett.
Grabbed my adopted pet rock and began to hammer, hammer and hammer again and getting no wheres in a hurry so I dropped "Stoney" and went a searching for "Big Rock" (not to be confussed with the place in Arkansaw) who did the dew with me a swearing so bad that a steveadore on the Halifax waterfront would have been embarrased as I missed and hit my thumb! Son of a sea horse it hurt. Never been skunked on a day out a digging and I was going to retrieve this target at any price me son and that I did putting a big hole throught it as well as the tundra which was about 7 inches down. No floundering youz it took 15 minutes to cut that coin out of the ground . Sum glad youz dat it wasn't a silver of the third kind as I made it into one of those PEI holy plugs!
Through me fuzzy eyes as I didn't have me specs on I noticed the date....1954. Well let me tell you that was a bad omen and I called it a day.1954 is my birth year and on the 28th of next month turn 54......ummmmmmmmmmm six years to discounts at stores and theaters but not the "Smart Shop."
On the way back to my car me 4 legged buds paid a quick visit but left quickly as I didn't have an apple in hand!
By the time I arrived home the snow was a coming at a good clip youz!