GRAY GHOST
New member
hey everybody. i went out for a short time yesterday alone to the old beanfields of dinwiddie co. frank, pete and myself had found two small yankee camps and a couple of nice confederate pieces in pockets. naturally, i headed to a supposed old bridge connecting the two camps - after searching for about an hour and a half, i had only a pouchful of those infernal shotgun shells to show for it. swimming in briars and vines ain't my idea of fun, but i do it all the time. moving from one place to another, i got the truck stuck in the mud. oh man. it was a quarter mile walk to a buddy's house, [swingin' all the way, of course] where he proceeded to tell me of his recent troubles in his family. eyeing a bottle of jim beam on the shelf, i took swigs as he told his stories. like a good buddy, i sat there listening. pretty soon, i was feeling real good.
nearly two hours later, he pulled me out, and we parted ways. i moved into the woods across the road, and started digging sharps [ 3 different types ] in an area that had never produced at all! a nice little flatbutton came out, then a broken j hook. the spencer end was a real surprise in that area. maybe the day would be saved. my last dig was the thin fishing weight looking lead piece. after all i'd been through, i reckon it's a wonder i managed to dig anything! oh well. sometimes you'll have days like these.
nearly two hours later, he pulled me out, and we parted ways. i moved into the woods across the road, and started digging sharps [ 3 different types ] in an area that had never produced at all! a nice little flatbutton came out, then a broken j hook. the spencer end was a real surprise in that area. maybe the day would be saved. my last dig was the thin fishing weight looking lead piece. after all i'd been through, i reckon it's a wonder i managed to dig anything! oh well. sometimes you'll have days like these.