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A mid-afternoon New Years Eve Tale

BarnacleBill

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In the past month or so I have been doing some land hunting interspersed with wading as the local weather has been unusually warm with no snowfall. Finally the nighttime temperatures have gotten into the teens and a recent storm dropped 3-4 inches of puffy snow. When I land hunt I try to leave no trace, so the prospect of leaving big brown spots in virgin white snow does not appeal to me. It was time to switch gears and concentrate on wading, even though ice is forming on the shorelines.
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I have been exploring a beach area in front of a private campground that in it's past history has been a children's camp. But the closest point I have access to the shoreline is about a
 
Good tale, Bill. Ive done the same in finding a lost class ring for an elderly fellow recently. He had a lost ad in the paper and I called to offer my aid. We searched the area where he was certain the ring was lost - to no avail. SO I began retracing his every step, a little to his bewilderement.
"How could it be there, or there?" he asked. "I dont recall having set foot there."
"Patience my friend, patience. Things are often not what they seem."
We soldiered on, scanning the step by step movements of the guy.

Well, to keep it short, the ring was found right where he couldn't imagine it would be. He was beyond thrilled.
The ring had been a gift to himself in 1952, when he graduated the U of GA, bought with the last money he had at the time. It had been his constant companion for over 50 years and he was renewed at having it back, after thinking it lost.

You done good, bud. Your kindness will come back to you.

BTW, I have found a few of those sorts of rocks myself. Mysterious, since they dont match our local geology, I hung on to one of them as a souvenir.
 
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