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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;J.T. Parker, post: 24801306, member: 106405&quot;][ATTACH=full]1586959[/ATTACH] The last years of my dad’s life was made more enjoyable, I believe, since I had introduced him to metal detecting.</p><p>He was growing frail at the time and wanted to accompany me on my (usually quick) hunts.&nbsp; He, on the other hand, was very slow and carried a small stool along with his detector and digging tool.&nbsp; Therefore, there were many times I would not ask him along.</p><p>&nbsp;This usually did not sit very well and this one time he got so pissed, he decided to head off into the ‘wilds’ of Houston’s East End alone.&nbsp; This part of Houston he chose is almost 100% blue collar Latino so it was a minor miracle that he was not bothered.&nbsp; Especially since he had pulled up to a building, not knowing if it was vacant and started metal detecting the muddy driveway. (Later he told me that no one had even approached him, perhaps because of the 10” carving knife he was using as a digging tool.)</p><p>&nbsp;Later that day after I had returned from my hunt I was checking in with my parents and espied this piece setting conspicuously out on the den’s dining table.</p><p>&nbsp;He had uncovered it in the muddy driveway of the only property he hunted &amp; had definitely the last laugh with finding such an excellent piece of Mexican silver.</p><p>&nbsp;I proudly framed the find for him.&nbsp; Hanging it over the commode in his bathroom where he could admire it each time he had to go! (He was taking diuretic pills at the time so he visited his BR 4-5 times daily)</p><p>Thus endeth this tale:</p><p>J.T.[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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