No Quarters in the Quarter Section

Dear Loyal Blogger friends,

I appreciate your undying loyalty and patience during this time of silence from me.  You see, I live in the Saskatchewan prairies.  Where there are lush grasses and beautiful lakes.  A most unfortunate accident has disabled my daily dose of "Double Down Casino" and my weekly blogging entry.  You see, a Crop Duster hit our Internet tower.  Don't blame him, I'm sure it was an accident.  I don't think he was one of those crazy non-facebooking, non-Internet people who hate open communication.  We should be hoping that Mr. Duster is ok and that he will be back in action soon.

So during my moment of silence, my sister has come to Saskatchewan for a visit.  She has never experienced the thrill of Treasure Hunting!  How, you ask can a person go their whole life and not be on the search for discarded items?!  Well, she can't help it if she is an amateur.   Shame on you Terri.  I will give her some credit, there was a time when we were kids that we went into my Uncle Orest's field and found a bunch of cow bones.  But Dad didn't let us take them home.  Shame on you Dad. 

I digress.  SATURDAY......We get in the truck, drive to our secret location and get ready to do some treasure hunting on some family owned land.  We start at the old rock pile.  We get out of the truck and realize that we have forgotten the Metal Detector.  Duh....

We drive back to our camping location, get ALL our gear including stopping at a local Co-Op for chips and water.  We drive back out to our secret location and this time, start searching for treasure with all the appropriate equipment.  Oh my god it was hot out too! 

The grass was really high on the rock pile and Terri was scared of finding a garter snake.  I assured her that it was possible that there were snakes in the rock pile and she is going to have to toughen up if she wants to grow up to be a professional treasure hunter some day.  She wiped the tears away and said she would try.

No luck in the rock pile.  It was too hard to walk around in the tall grass and it was way too hot to sit on a pile of rocks and look for things.  We turned our attention on the road. 

Now, you may think you know what a Saskatchewan dirt road looks like but until you've experienced it you can't imagine.  When I say "dirt road" I literally mean "dirt road".  No gravel, no maintenance.  Just black silty dirt.  The familiar "beep, beep" started almost immediately!  Here are a few items we found:

We got bored with this area and decided to hunt near the trees instead.  - dual reasons.  One, was because we were told the old homestead was in there somewhere, two just to get the heck out of the sun!

We quickly decided that a forest was no place for treasure hunting in the summer.  Too much grass.  We decided to hunt around the perimeter of the trees.  We found this:

Also, a canola field is not a very good place to treasure hunt in the summer.  We decided that this was stupid and we were better off coming back in the fall when the crop is off.  Back to the road. 

After a while, we decided that being out in plus 30 weather at 2:00 was dumb and it was too hot to continue. 

It was not "the" most successful treasure hunting day but we will give it another try in a week or so!  Here is our total score:

TTFN

DeAnne the Treasure Hunter