SeaCat
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The wife and I decided we just had to hit the beach. The weather was co-operative, it was 75° and calm. We grabbed some bathing suits, a blanket and towels. We loaded these along with the Metal Detector in the back of the car and off we went. We had decided against our usual beach and were going to check out one a little ways up the coast.
We parked, unloaded the car and lugged everything down to the beach. My wife found a likely spot to set up and we relaxed for a bit. Maybe ten minutes into this I started to get antsy. I grabbed the mask and fins and hit the water.
Oh heaven. The water was calm and clear. It felt refreshing at 74°. I moved away from the beach until I was in maybe ten feet of water and over a nice little rock reef. I was dropping down and poking around the rocks checking out the wild life. Now this was nice. I stayed out there until I started to shiver then headed back in past the bikini clad people.
BAck on shore I dried off and stretched out in the sun to warm up as my wife read and watched the people. A short time later she called my attention to a couple walking down the beach. I looked and wished I hadn't.
She was okay looking for an older woman. He on the other hand was greaying, about fifty pounds over weight and wearing a Borat Style Mankini.
I certainly didn't need to see that.
After a while I again grew bored so it was time to sift the sand with the Metal Detector. I grabbed the machine and my usual toys. (A plastic bag for the trash and a slotted scoop for sifting the sand.) Off I went.
When I finally returned over an hour later I had filled the plastic bag with trash. I had also found a chain and a couple of dollars worth of coins.
When we finally decided to leave we had both soaked up quite a bit of sun and had hit the water several times. We packed up our things and trudged down the beach towards the car. As we passed the life guard station the guys on duty calle down and asked if I had found anything of interest. I told them about the loose change and the chain and they nodded while talking about how the rare hunter always seemed to cause problems because they always seemed to disturb the people using the beach. When I heard this I smiled at them and told them they might want to see what else I had found.
When they had climbed down from the tower I found a piece of plywood and dumped out the trash bag. They looked in surprise and shock at the contents of the bag. A couple of crushed up cans, multiple bottle caps, odd pieces of broken glass I had picked up, strips of torn metal, foil, a handfull of rusted nails, six fish hooks in various sizes and one used uncapped syringe.
Oddly enough they didn't have anything to say as I dumped everything back into the trash bag and then tossed that into a trash can. (Oh I did cap the syringe, I stuck the needle into a piece of wood and snapped it off.)
All in all it was a nice day. While I didn't need to see the over aged Borat I didn't mind the young ladies in their bikini's and/or white T-Shirts.
Cat
We parked, unloaded the car and lugged everything down to the beach. My wife found a likely spot to set up and we relaxed for a bit. Maybe ten minutes into this I started to get antsy. I grabbed the mask and fins and hit the water.
Oh heaven. The water was calm and clear. It felt refreshing at 74°. I moved away from the beach until I was in maybe ten feet of water and over a nice little rock reef. I was dropping down and poking around the rocks checking out the wild life. Now this was nice. I stayed out there until I started to shiver then headed back in past the bikini clad people.
BAck on shore I dried off and stretched out in the sun to warm up as my wife read and watched the people. A short time later she called my attention to a couple walking down the beach. I looked and wished I hadn't.
She was okay looking for an older woman. He on the other hand was greaying, about fifty pounds over weight and wearing a Borat Style Mankini.
I certainly didn't need to see that.After a while I again grew bored so it was time to sift the sand with the Metal Detector. I grabbed the machine and my usual toys. (A plastic bag for the trash and a slotted scoop for sifting the sand.) Off I went.
When I finally returned over an hour later I had filled the plastic bag with trash. I had also found a chain and a couple of dollars worth of coins.
When we finally decided to leave we had both soaked up quite a bit of sun and had hit the water several times. We packed up our things and trudged down the beach towards the car. As we passed the life guard station the guys on duty calle down and asked if I had found anything of interest. I told them about the loose change and the chain and they nodded while talking about how the rare hunter always seemed to cause problems because they always seemed to disturb the people using the beach. When I heard this I smiled at them and told them they might want to see what else I had found.
When they had climbed down from the tower I found a piece of plywood and dumped out the trash bag. They looked in surprise and shock at the contents of the bag. A couple of crushed up cans, multiple bottle caps, odd pieces of broken glass I had picked up, strips of torn metal, foil, a handfull of rusted nails, six fish hooks in various sizes and one used uncapped syringe.
Oddly enough they didn't have anything to say as I dumped everything back into the trash bag and then tossed that into a trash can. (Oh I did cap the syringe, I stuck the needle into a piece of wood and snapped it off.)
All in all it was a nice day. While I didn't need to see the over aged Borat I didn't mind the young ladies in their bikini's and/or white T-Shirts.
Cat
