Pilgramage for golden "O" 7 was.................

From the land of the Bluenose.....and it came to pass that the member of the brethren of the Swingers of the White Disc of Garrett did awaken from a deep dream of peace giving thanks to the Maker for a day that would start the holy pilgramage to the possible discovery of golden "O" 7.

After giving thanks and praise and breaking bread the Swinger of the White Disc of Garrett was enlightened and loaded his beast of burden Otto Mo Bealious so named, with the most holiest of icon the Seahunter Markius 11 and set forth with great haste as the journey ahead would consume time and energy. Thy sieve and Bob Marley did truly comfort the Swinger of the White Disc of Garrett on the winding road to the promised beach.

And it was with sin and most unholy thoughts of debauchery that an unplanned stop was made by Otto Mo Bealious who, being a creature of no shame did gaze into thine headlights of a wayward beast with lust seeping from every gasket! A silent prayer was said (prayed for the money to fall from thy heavens so that thou couldst add such a beast to the stable of the Swinger of the White Disc of Garrett and change it's heathen ways.)

Prays went unanswered.

Great waves unmercifully pounded the shore as some person unknown hath invoked the rathe of the god of the sea. The Swinger of the White Disc of Garrett did see with thine own eyes a man of tender years thrust to the sand by one such wave causing bodily harm and fulfilling the prophecy of the "Saviour of those that enter the water." A period of time albeit a brief one saw the heralded arrival of the men of medicine bathed in a heavenly red glow attend to the wayward transgressor. The lost soul was then transported to a house of healing. The Swinger of the White Disc of Garrett thanked the god of the sea for the stern warning and dutifully keep his feet on dry sand least he be swasllowed by a whale.

A moment of calm ensued.

It was at this time whilst swinging his constant companion Freedom Thy the 3rd that our pilgrim noticed the scantily clad, prone vixens who scorned the Swinger of the White Disc of Garrett and asked what great treasures had been bestowed. Like Otto Mo Bealious, carnal thoughts abounded only to be replaced by clearer thoughts of thy chosen woman at thy abode reading thy unholy visions and therefore causing a cast iron cooking tool coming in contact with thy hard head did the unthinkable become oh so quickly the forgotten.



Earth coloured and pieces that shone like a distant star appeared under the disc that was swung to and fro with the wind blowing a devote chorus through the openings of staff adjustment of the Freedom Thy the 3rd achieving the sound of a lute played by a skilled artisan. Lesser notes produced ornaments meant to adorn the ear lobes of worshippers of the false sun god Ra, who didst make his followers dark in colour, wrinkled in thy later years and to be plagued by flesh consuming diseases.

Departed from thy promised beach the Swinger of the White disc of Garrett did so feeling heavy of heart as his faith was shattered by not finding the sacred golden "O".

A quick jaunt led our pilgrim to lakes of water unsalted. No golden "O". To a field of combat where the Swinger of the White Disc of Garrett was to don thy holy Blues and be supreme judge of balls, strikes, outs and save later in thy day as the Amazons did take to the field against the Helenites.

The treasures of the day didst spill upon the floor of the humble abode and included two pairs of specs, 4 earings (one with the stone .925), 6 keys and the mark of thoust most revered hockey team upon a key fob, a foul dewie, and 71 round discs of payment @$10.56


tried to get the photos uploaded to no avail!

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Sounds like a cool hunt. Sorry the streak ended, but that just means a new streak can now begin.

HH

Rich

Nice hunt as always!