Posted by Jbird
on 5/18/2009, 8:10 pm, in reply to "Moonshiner's money......."
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Once upon a time, many many years ago, when I had reached my maturity of 63 years, and retired to the hobby of metal detecting, people of the little jerkwater town I lived in, watched me with suspicion as I swung my trusty metal detecter in the area. When I told them I wasn't finding much of nothing (the absolute truth), they acted like they didnt believe me.
A woman who worked in the local post office whispered to me that there was a treasure located on her property that she wonted me to search for. She wasn't buying any of that old half for me and half for you split but after she finally talked it over with her son and daughter, she agreed to pay for my time.
I arrived at their house on a saturday and her son and daughter were there. Her husband had had a stroke and was in a wheel chair. He was a pitiful sight, couldnt even hold a sitting position in the wheel chair, head hanging, drooliing. The son kept jerking him up to a sitting position as we talked. The old man couldn't talk but I thought I caught a glimmer of interest as the family told me about the old man always hiding treasure before he had his stroke.
They felt sure the treasure was in or around an old out building and work shop where the old man had spent most of his time.
I started searching around the old workshop and they brought the old man out onto the front porch. They began to hold his head up and point him in my direction and when the son yelled out to me that the old man grunted or something so I might be getting close, I just flipped out, didn't wont any more of their type of action.
I walked over to the porch and very plainly told them how disgusted I was with the way they were acting and treating the old man and left. And I will always believe that old man understood every word I said and his eyes smiled.
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