digger dun
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So, my friend was walking down a side street in old Sag Harbor town and spotted some bottles in a window of an old slant roof salt box house, so he cold knocked on the door. The guy who answered said the bottles came with the house, and he knew nothing about them. he stated that some serious renovations were about to commence at the house, and he had to clear out the clutter. He then told my friend that he was thinking of getting rid of the bottles specificaly, but didn't know if there was any value in these old bottles. Finally he told my friend to come back the next day to figure something out because he was pressed for time, and had to leave. My friend texted me as he left the house telling of crude applied tops, and pictoral flasks. As luck would have it I was able to join him when he went back to meet with this guy again. We caught him as he was backing out of the driveway.
"I'm glad I ran into you guys" he said " I was just about to leave. I've got the bottles over here." and he lead us around to the side of the house where he pulled some bushes aside and roughly produced a plastic tote from the underbrush, dropping the plastic box at our feet with all the glass clinking and clanking you cringe to hear. There wasn't much, really. A dozen bottles, some TOC stuff, a hock wine, but towards the bottom I pulled a uncannily clean washington/taylor flask embossed with Dyottville glass works with a sharp open pontle. As I was looking at this my friend had picked up a large catherdral pickle, and was fingering the iron pontle mark and mumbling quietly under his breath.
"yeah, I don't know if these are any good..." the guy was saying,
"Yeah, there's not much here, really" I replied taking out my wallet "How's ten bucks?"
"Sounds great!" The guy replied, and that was it, less then two minutes, and we were walking back to the truck with a tote of glass. The flask was flawless, attic mint, maybe too good. My repro buzzer was intermittently going off in my head, but the pickle, that was the real deal. I never heard of repro pickles with iron pontle marks. And the house, and nieghborhood was most certainly old enough. Plus it said Dyottville clear as day. Whatever, I decided, this was the sort of bottle rush I was not about cheapen with the wet blanket of logic. We flipped a coin for first pick, and my friend got it, choosing the flask. I then of course had the choice between the pickle, and a nicely irridecent ten pin soda. I hemmed and hawed , and in the end went for the ten pin, as it's more in line with what I collect, so he got the pickle. I'm still not sure if I chose wisely, but what ever, he did the cold knock, he deserves the best of the pick. I'm going to be posting another 5 pictures or so after this, because I haven't got the hang of plugging in multiple pictures in one post... stay tuned
"I'm glad I ran into you guys" he said " I was just about to leave. I've got the bottles over here." and he lead us around to the side of the house where he pulled some bushes aside and roughly produced a plastic tote from the underbrush, dropping the plastic box at our feet with all the glass clinking and clanking you cringe to hear. There wasn't much, really. A dozen bottles, some TOC stuff, a hock wine, but towards the bottom I pulled a uncannily clean washington/taylor flask embossed with Dyottville glass works with a sharp open pontle. As I was looking at this my friend had picked up a large catherdral pickle, and was fingering the iron pontle mark and mumbling quietly under his breath.
"yeah, I don't know if these are any good..." the guy was saying,
"Yeah, there's not much here, really" I replied taking out my wallet "How's ten bucks?"
"Sounds great!" The guy replied, and that was it, less then two minutes, and we were walking back to the truck with a tote of glass. The flask was flawless, attic mint, maybe too good. My repro buzzer was intermittently going off in my head, but the pickle, that was the real deal. I never heard of repro pickles with iron pontle marks. And the house, and nieghborhood was most certainly old enough. Plus it said Dyottville clear as day. Whatever, I decided, this was the sort of bottle rush I was not about cheapen with the wet blanket of logic. We flipped a coin for first pick, and my friend got it, choosing the flask. I then of course had the choice between the pickle, and a nicely irridecent ten pin soda. I hemmed and hawed , and in the end went for the ten pin, as it's more in line with what I collect, so he got the pickle. I'm still not sure if I chose wisely, but what ever, he did the cold knock, he deserves the best of the pick. I'm going to be posting another 5 pictures or so after this, because I haven't got the hang of plugging in multiple pictures in one post... stay tuned
