Ouch, century and what is this button?

From the land of the Bluenose.....the pitch! The line shot towards the mound! The result!.

Man the curse words....frigate, Son of a Seahorse, go hake yourself,you can go to halibut and a few other choice words but I stayed in the game which we eventually won but this bouy was toasted for the rest of the weekend tournie.

Next day at work I cut a rather dapper appearance with my left hand gingerly tucked under my fashionable and darn hot bullet proof vest...sort of a retro regal, Napoleanic look or a geek...take your choice. Had to go airside and some darn ramp rat opened a PSL (primary security line) door and banged my sore hand ...well me son I almost pepper sprayed the bouy and let the Asp fly in a fit of pain. Good part about all this is that I couldn't write a report nor a violation!

Rest of the nightshift was uneventful and today I awoke to the rain drumming on the window so I thought to myself what better a day to go a digging...righthanded!

Hit a park in town and dug my feeble brain out hitting a century and heading home within 2 1/2 hours with the only thing of note being this button which I know nothing about.




Take for the day was 2 church keys , the button and the chicken thingie and 125 coins @ $12 even.

Cool button Les, looks important !! Rich.