FIGGINS DIGGINS
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I am brand new to the forum. I hope to share some great digging pictures with you all soon but hope you will settle for what I think is a pretty good story for now.
This is the story of how my son became known as the "Tiller".
It all started with one of my digging partners and I digging down about 2 feet to a concrete cap poured behind some old buildings. We then proceeded to knock a hole through that cap which we later learned was much too small. Of course Jr was there with us. He also is a top-notch treasure hunter. A real chip of the ole block! When we had made our way through some plain bottles and a lip-chipped w.h.bulls blood purifier we were about 2 feet below the concrete and really standing on our heads if you know what I mean. It was getting late, we were wore out and a little disgusted. But lo and behold the edge of a piece of flow-blue showed up in the deepest part of the hole. I couldn't reach it. My buddy couldn't reach it. Both a little too big around the middle. After a short discussion we decided against busting anymore concrete or blowing out the sides. With just a little persuasion we had Jr. by the ankles and lowered head first into that hole. Man the way he was bucking and kicking with us holding onto his ankles reminded me of trying to hold on to a powerful garden tiller on some rock-hard dirt. It was hilarious. We didn't stop laughing for days. That doggone piece of flow-blue was busted too of course, but the "TILLER" got her outta there.
Hope you enjoyed and I assure you all that Jr. was never in any danger. He is out of school and over here in West Tennessee with me now so You guys be looking for some pictures before long from us. See ya later.
This is the story of how my son became known as the "Tiller".
It all started with one of my digging partners and I digging down about 2 feet to a concrete cap poured behind some old buildings. We then proceeded to knock a hole through that cap which we later learned was much too small. Of course Jr was there with us. He also is a top-notch treasure hunter. A real chip of the ole block! When we had made our way through some plain bottles and a lip-chipped w.h.bulls blood purifier we were about 2 feet below the concrete and really standing on our heads if you know what I mean. It was getting late, we were wore out and a little disgusted. But lo and behold the edge of a piece of flow-blue showed up in the deepest part of the hole. I couldn't reach it. My buddy couldn't reach it. Both a little too big around the middle. After a short discussion we decided against busting anymore concrete or blowing out the sides. With just a little persuasion we had Jr. by the ankles and lowered head first into that hole. Man the way he was bucking and kicking with us holding onto his ankles reminded me of trying to hold on to a powerful garden tiller on some rock-hard dirt. It was hilarious. We didn't stop laughing for days. That doggone piece of flow-blue was busted too of course, but the "TILLER" got her outta there.
Hope you enjoyed and I assure you all that Jr. was never in any danger. He is out of school and over here in West Tennessee with me now so You guys be looking for some pictures before long from us. See ya later.