swizzle
Well-Known Member
I got outta work yesterday and got ready to call the momma when I noticed a text message. It was Bombboy and he was ready to go tear up the dump. I called momma and let her know that I had plans and stopped home to grab my diggin' gear and my oldest son.
With a kiss and a hug we were both on our way to out bottle haven. We got to the parking spot and Bombboy and Bomboy Jr. were just getting their gear out of the car. Some general bottle related conversation and we were on our way to our next digging adventure. Down the trail the boys ran ahead of us, being boyz. We had to speak to them a time or two to stay close and before you know it we're walking down the steep bank to our respective bottle hunting grounds.
I let the boyz terrorize my diggin' spot for a while. Bringing down the walls for me to clean out later. It wasn't long and Jr. was yelling hey Mr. Swiz look at what Shane dug. My son has my big 3 prong digger turned upside down and holding it at length with a bottle on one of the forks. It turned out to be the best bottle of the whole dig. Out dug by a 7 year old!! It was the same spot that he pulled a cute little warranted flask a few days before. Out of the top layer which is 1920/30's stuff he pulls a BIM Dr. Wistar's Balsam of Wild Cherry Philada IB.
Just before that Bombboy finally pulled his first figural Jumbo elephant jar. I believe that makes 3 good ones that we've dug outta there. His boy was happy digging bricks and breaking them until I made the suggestion to build something with them. He liked that idea. Of course with two rambunctious boyz there wasn't any fox sightings this time. I also taught the boyz the joys of airplane bottles. They fly well but they don't land so good.
After a while the boys started to get bored and then I caught my son trying to roll a big rock back into the hole after I dug it out and tossed it up on top of my mountain. With boredom setting in and wifey calling more frequently it was time to call "one last bottle" and go. Well that one last bottle was quite stubborn. With darkness setting in we decided to call it and head on home.
On the way out we saw a man wandering around the parking area looking at the ground and reading the sign. I think he was looking at the different plants. As we walked by he says, "Ginseng", I says "Yeah" and he says "Find any?" At this point I was fighting back a giggle and said "no" and then he tries his hand at being grumpy, which he wasn't very good at. He says, "You wouldn't tell me if you did".
We all exchanged our evening niceties and down the road we went. Bombboy can tell ya more about the joining of our two bottle digging pits. I'll add a pic of my son with his latest bottle in a minute or 4 and Congrats Bombboy on finally digging an elephant. Mr. Swiz
With a kiss and a hug we were both on our way to out bottle haven. We got to the parking spot and Bombboy and Bomboy Jr. were just getting their gear out of the car. Some general bottle related conversation and we were on our way to our next digging adventure. Down the trail the boys ran ahead of us, being boyz. We had to speak to them a time or two to stay close and before you know it we're walking down the steep bank to our respective bottle hunting grounds.
I let the boyz terrorize my diggin' spot for a while. Bringing down the walls for me to clean out later. It wasn't long and Jr. was yelling hey Mr. Swiz look at what Shane dug. My son has my big 3 prong digger turned upside down and holding it at length with a bottle on one of the forks. It turned out to be the best bottle of the whole dig. Out dug by a 7 year old!! It was the same spot that he pulled a cute little warranted flask a few days before. Out of the top layer which is 1920/30's stuff he pulls a BIM Dr. Wistar's Balsam of Wild Cherry Philada IB.
Just before that Bombboy finally pulled his first figural Jumbo elephant jar. I believe that makes 3 good ones that we've dug outta there. His boy was happy digging bricks and breaking them until I made the suggestion to build something with them. He liked that idea. Of course with two rambunctious boyz there wasn't any fox sightings this time. I also taught the boyz the joys of airplane bottles. They fly well but they don't land so good.
After a while the boys started to get bored and then I caught my son trying to roll a big rock back into the hole after I dug it out and tossed it up on top of my mountain. With boredom setting in and wifey calling more frequently it was time to call "one last bottle" and go. Well that one last bottle was quite stubborn. With darkness setting in we decided to call it and head on home.
On the way out we saw a man wandering around the parking area looking at the ground and reading the sign. I think he was looking at the different plants. As we walked by he says, "Ginseng", I says "Yeah" and he says "Find any?" At this point I was fighting back a giggle and said "no" and then he tries his hand at being grumpy, which he wasn't very good at. He says, "You wouldn't tell me if you did".
We all exchanged our evening niceties and down the road we went. Bombboy can tell ya more about the joining of our two bottle digging pits. I'll add a pic of my son with his latest bottle in a minute or 4 and Congrats Bombboy on finally digging an elephant. Mr. Swiz
] Swiz
