It had been 60 years and the old man had not taken any silver. He could remember the old ball field concession stand, though it was gone these many years. O.K. since December. 'There i shall find the illusive metal' he spoke softly to himself. His eyes shined as he approached the hunting grounds. No mistakes. Only the top four notches. Highest of high sensitivity. Now it was all up to the silver. The sun was touching the horizon, the day all but gone. Then came the beep. And again! It was there, but it was deep. the plug must be the size of a basketball rim reasoned the old man and he steeled himself to the task. The strain was tremendous. The dirt piles were huge. Eighteen inches later the sewer pipe was mine!
Arfieboy! I hope you had a wonderful ride today!
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