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There's a "Beam'er" with my name on it, out there

houndawgg

houndawgg

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I've hit three out of the last four low tides for about a 4.5hr. average and my legs are toast. The last two early AM low tides weather, was as beautiful as I can ever remember. No moon and bright stars, with Orian rising from the east horizon, and watching me, as I hunted.
Thursday AM treated me to a memorable incident, that I'm not soon not to forget.
A beautiful young lady, about twenty five years old(Sandra Bullock, but prettier), came staggering up to me(I'm guessing she just came from D'Jai's, a popular bar in Belmar) and tells me, "I want to go swimming". Dumbfounded, I manage as intelligent reply as I can think of,"the water is great", I tell her. She repeats herself and asks, "Do you want to go swimming with me"? Somehow, managing to keep my tongue from sticking to the back of my front teeth, I say "No, thanks".
Now, she ask me, if I'd watch her stuff, while she goes in. I tell I will and to be careful. She takes every stitch of her clothes off except her bikini(pink and black striped)panties, right in the beam of my headlamp. I'm trying to peel my tongue from the roof of my mouth as she trots into the calm surf. She's keeps going east, like she's headed to Europe and I have to put my coon hunting light onto full 24 volt beam. All sorts of tragic events are going thru my head as I try and keep her located in the beam. At one point when I had lost her, I was ready to unhook the AquaStar off my hips as well as my coonlight harness, but thankfully I see her coming in.
She asks me, "where's my stuff"? and I focus the headlamp over to it for her. Now she asks me, if I have a towel. I reply, "not on me". She put her halter top on, picks her pants and purse up, thanks me and gives me a hug. The last I saw her, she was walking to the boadwalk, just like that. Man, she made my hunt. I haven't seen live naked flesh, of that quality, in about twenty five years.
No gold the last few hunts, but the beach has been so outstanding, it's more than made it up. If I can find the BMW the keys go to, I guess it's mine for the claiming :)
 
Heh, heh...

Dear Penthouse,

Normally, this kind of thing never happens to me, but... :lol:

Sounds like you hit the jackpot there, man! I had something similar happen to me last summer with a drop-dead gorgeous Russian babe that had quite clearly been drinking. It was about 3 AM and she came up and started talking to me, asking the usual questions, that kind of thing. But she was standing so close to me I could just about taste her and I'm standing there in the wet sand, the water washing in and out between my feet and just slowly sinking. Could have knocked me over with a feather. She was with two Russian guys, who stood off at a respectful distance and appeared completely harmless other than the fact that they were getting impatient for her to finish flirting with me and come along. They were students, working at the beach for the summer. Her accent was intoxicating. I remember thinking that if her two pals weren't there we may have seen a historic East/West summit that night! :devil:

 
A foreign accent does make my belly button tingle. Those Russian's are everywhere here also.
Believe me, there was evil lurking between my ears the whole time, but I guess I'm a realist(I'm 58, fat and gray, she's 20 something and gorgeous), but I can still picture the beads of salt water reflecting off her "completely" tan body in my headlamp. Too bad it's all just a memory now. :rage: :rage:
BTW, night hunt you had "Bro"
 
I always have mine handy in my swim trunks pocket. The thought HAS occurred to me as to whether, if and when the time comes, if I will be able to "git-r-done" in time. And if it will WORK. :shrug: Or if...:angel: Oh, wait...I think I meant :devil:

:rofl:

Good luck out there!
 
It's good to dream though!

Yeah, the hunt started out cold to lukewarm. For the first hour or two all I got was clad...really had to work for it. I dug a lot of "bubbly" pennies (not shown) that sounded GOOD...low tones...along with the nickels. Eventually, persistence paid off with a few keepers.

HH!
 
n/t
 
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