Big 5 and Brit silver

From the land of the Bluenose....rain! What rain. That is liquid sunshine I said to myself since no one was around as I awaited the arrival of Navy Davy, who as always was early!

No hotel, motel nor Holiday Inn.......just a coffee and we were at the Dingle. Of course my beloved Garrett Freedom 3 Plus was chattering as loud as a group of ladies at a basement sale. How loud ...like a bunch of seagulls following a trawler that is filleting fish and throwing the guts overboard! Yes that loud. Felt like wrapping my machine around the trunk of the closest pine. Too boot I was foul as my injured shoulder was as painfull as sliding down a 50 foor razor blade and falling into a pool of iodine. I know ...whine...whine! I can see this is going to be a great ball season.

Anyway ND was hitting coins left and right while this banschee was cursing so bad that 50 "Hail Mary's" would have to be said at mass. Hit a 1934 big 5 and then the Brit George 3 shilling that was as thin as the hair on top of dis bouys head. Silver is silver. I quit.....just then the rain really started coming down as bad as the water coming into one of those old Brit subs our navy brought .

Shoulder was screwed but found the cure!

Not sure of ND's count but he was well on the way to quota and big kudos fur putting up with me whining and complaining.

My meager take with a machine that was acting up as bad as I.


Great news though.............HAVE A NEW TO ME FREEDOM 3 PLUS COMING IN THE MAIL..........THANK YOU SAINT DIGALOT....THE PATRON SAINT OF METAL DETECTORIST!