Just the other day I was walking through some tall weeds and BAM—it hit me. The smell of a something gone bad reached my superior nostrils and I had to find the source. It was a rotting deer leg—and it was mine. I grabbed it and was carrying it high and proud until I heard screaming behind me. Ok, Mike was not thrilled about my find or the flies. I spit it out. Ugh.
Over the many trips afield I have made some great finds. From bison bones to deer skulls with nice antlers attached to numerous deer and wild animal bones. I like finding treasures in the fields and forests I visit. Every now and then I also find dead and very smelly fish along the places where I go along on fishing trips. Sometimes I skip the pick-up and just roll around on my great find. Yes, that rolling on something rotting leads to more Mike screaming—and a bath for me. And sometimes I smell so bad that Mike gives me a bath before he will let me in the truck. One dog’s treasure can take many forms.
The other day while Mike and his friend Marlon were high in the mountains and digging for gems and minerals, I got bored and started digging. There had to be a treasure there somewhere—maybe gold or diamonds. Well, dust was boiling up, dirt and stones were flying everywhere, and then I found it—a piece of log. Everyone knows dogs like sticks, and big sticks that are dug from the ground are true treasures. You can keep the gems and minerals, I don’t care for bling, I like sticks!
That 3-foot piece of timber is now on my list of great finds afield. It ranks up with the big bones and other items I have found afield as a true treasure. Keep digging!