...and hand grenades, but not when digging bottles. A privy a buddy and I dug Sunday afternoon played out just that way. It was late pit that had been dug into and largely destroyed a much earlier one. We had plowed down about three feet and found nothing more than TOC crap. I was hating the situation, but since we were already there, we tried to make the best of it. I was cleaning out one end of the pit when I discovered a broken SF Gaslight Ammonia. Hmm, what have we here? That sure didn't belong in the 1900s hole. More investigation turned up a busted late '60s square sixth bitters type, unembossed, but a killer color. Sure enough, the remnants of an older pit were there. The newer one had transected 75% of the "proper" one, lunching all the goodies in the process. Forgetting the "crapper", we went for the "gold". It began to show, too. Here was a globby fifth, laying in the fluff. The heart rate was up considerably as the bottle was carefully removed from it's place.
Major bummer, it was a bloody "generic". Crude dog, but useless to me. Finishing the remains of the privy netted us one more star based fifth, a few early pharmacies, and a dozen slicks. No killers to talk about. About the best glass in the hole were these two wannabe Codes. Bright green, crude, but slickers all the way.
Several Ca police depts are looking for that digger with the black plastic watch !ReplyDelete