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Michael Karpovage's avatar

That's a great story of you and John! My hunting buddy is Brian and man, have we been in some places. The abandoned old mines down here in the Georgia mountains during the Gold Rush of 1828. And also old structures deep in the woods. And of course the famed wagon train robbery from the Confederate treasure and banks of Richmond in 1865. That one we hit it big, baby!

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A good friend to hunt with is a lot of fun. My most reliable partner was an east German Shepherd dog took his eyes off of me. Save me twice from people with bad intentions.

Chased for troublemaking gangbangers back to their car, I don’t even know what they look like because I knew the dog would take care of them without my asking. I did have a human partner until he passed away. Known him since second grade, Big old guy named Phil. Phil would get a few feet away from my SUV and decided he had to take a cigarette break. He would pet the dog for a while. Then he would swing the detector around and ask me how to pinpoint the darn thing. He had a bad back so he would ask me to dig whatever it was. Then he would take a break and play with the dog. Once we hunted a creepy old house And he’s for that there was someone in the upstairs window with arrival. I told him he was crazy. He said let’s go in and kick him out of the house. I said Phil it’s not our house. Leave him alone and he’ll leave us alone. Besides, if the guy had enough money to own a rifle, what would he be doing in a creepy old house in the middle of nowhere? Since we were kids, Phil had a big imagination, and I knew that no one was in the house. We hunted until about finding a few. Continued to boast about going in the house and throwing the guy out, I continue to insist that there was no guy there. Just before dark, Phil walked across the front of the house one more time and I yelled out, look out there he is. Of course nobody was there, but I wanted to see how brave Phil was. Just like when we were kids, Phil jumped and ran like a scalded dog. His arms and legs going in all different directions, I’m laughing myself silly while Phil is referring to me as a particular part of the human anatomy. Phil got Covid during the pandemic And refused any treatment.

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