Forgive me for this post seeming to be in the third person.
I stayed up at my friends place for another week after the crew left.
And I was showing him how to have fun while posting.
He like many other online posters was always writing those "stick in the mud" types of posts that told nothing of what the day was like.
I have hijacked Bruce's login because for some reason the little weasel can post more pictures than I can.
Bruce has stayed up here after the gang left on Sunday and we went point hunting on Monday.
More to the point I went point hunting while he walked around with his head in the clouds.
This was the result of the point hunt for me. Now to be fair he did get some good information while I was on all fours, begging..
A local stopped by and Bruce struck up a conversation.
You see the two of us have been eyeballing a spot directly across the river, but we could never figure out how to get there.
This fellow said all we had to do was backtrack 3 miles and cross the river.
Travel 6 miles up hill and cross another river then travel 6 miles back down hill easy peasy.
Half way there there was a sign that was not a lot of help. Speaking about packing a lunch, this made us hungry. Once we arrived in one piece we headed out in separate directions to try and locate the old schoolhouse.
I stumbled across this little fellow in the middle of the bush. just before finding the schoolhouse. The finds there were too sparse to spend a lot of time there so we headed down to the beach where I schooled the oldman.
I was having the best day in a long time and I kept inviting him to come and join me.
But he kept giving me some namy pampy excuse about his coil being to big to work in amongst the nail beds.
He did sneak in once and pull this which beat me by one year for oldest coin for the day.
An 1888 little nickel. I guess that he did ok for the day as these were the rest of his keepers. We both managed a pile of pennies. His And mine (schooled again).
I stayed up at my friends place for another week after the crew left.
And I was showing him how to have fun while posting.
He like many other online posters was always writing those "stick in the mud" types of posts that told nothing of what the day was like.
I have hijacked Bruce's login because for some reason the little weasel can post more pictures than I can.
Bruce has stayed up here after the gang left on Sunday and we went point hunting on Monday.
More to the point I went point hunting while he walked around with his head in the clouds.
This was the result of the point hunt for me. Now to be fair he did get some good information while I was on all fours, begging..
A local stopped by and Bruce struck up a conversation.
You see the two of us have been eyeballing a spot directly across the river, but we could never figure out how to get there.
This fellow said all we had to do was backtrack 3 miles and cross the river.
Travel 6 miles up hill and cross another river then travel 6 miles back down hill easy peasy.
Half way there there was a sign that was not a lot of help. Speaking about packing a lunch, this made us hungry. Once we arrived in one piece we headed out in separate directions to try and locate the old schoolhouse.
I stumbled across this little fellow in the middle of the bush. just before finding the schoolhouse. The finds there were too sparse to spend a lot of time there so we headed down to the beach where I schooled the oldman.
I was having the best day in a long time and I kept inviting him to come and join me.
But he kept giving me some namy pampy excuse about his coil being to big to work in amongst the nail beds.
He did sneak in once and pull this which beat me by one year for oldest coin for the day.
An 1888 little nickel. I guess that he did ok for the day as these were the rest of his keepers. We both managed a pile of pennies. His And mine (schooled again).
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