Treasure Hunting: Agatized Coral and High Steaks
November 28th 2006 15:19
Somewhere in the 70's Gary Bonar and Joe Hines, of Tampa Florida, were headed back from Perry, Florida with a load of Taylor County coral. That coral is composed of mostly crystalline geodes, and is somewhat related to Ballast Point Coral, but is older, and more beautiful, and more rare.
Gary and Joe were actually headed for Lake Worth, and they were in a hurry. Joes dive boat was scheduled to depart for the Bahamas the next morning, and the plan entailed a month or more of diving on a spanish wreck Joe had discovered near there.
It was a moonless night, and cold, and they were really hauling it, trying to get to the boat dock before sunrise.
It was about midnight, somewhere around Kissimmee, which at that time was wide open country. Gary was sleeping in the passenger side of the front seat, and Joe was driving. Gary woke up to a shaking from Joe, who was asking him -- Hey Gary what the devil is that little light off in the distance? Do you see it?
Thinking of UFOs and little green men, both were scrunched up near the windshield, looking hard, trying to discern what the little light was way off in the distance. Then they both saw what it was, but much too late to stop. It was not a light way off in the distance, it was the reflection of THEIR headlights in the eyeball of a cow standing in the middle of the road!
Joe slammed on the brakes but to no avail, they hit the cow so hard it flew off into a ditch at the side of the road, becoming a UFO indeed, for a short while anyway, and it totalled the 1960's station wagon Gary and Joe were driving. Gary said as it flew through the air it made a God awful sound kind of like MOOOOOOOoooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Gary was just shaken up, having ducked below the dash at the last minute, but Joes arm appeared to be broken, and it was. As they stood there in the cold early Kissimmee dark, they then heard a weird thunder-like sound, and it was getting louder. It took a minute or so to realize that there were herds of cows on both sides of the road, and they were running up to the barbed wire fence right near the vehicle! As they got closer to this macabre scene, they all began bellowing in exactly the same manner as the now dead cow in the ditch, MOOOOOOOoooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeee. There were hundreds of them. The Herbivorous Bovine Choir doing I AM MISSING YOU.
Gary said he had never heard such a racket in his life, and hopes he never does again.
It took over 2 hours for another car to come by on this lonely country road and give them a lift to town. The treasure trip to the bahamas was cancelled until the following year.
The moral to this true story is: In treasure hunting and elsewhere, things are not always as they seem. And do watch out for cows in the road.
Gary and Joe were actually headed for Lake Worth, and they were in a hurry. Joes dive boat was scheduled to depart for the Bahamas the next morning, and the plan entailed a month or more of diving on a spanish wreck Joe had discovered near there.
It was a moonless night, and cold, and they were really hauling it, trying to get to the boat dock before sunrise.
It was about midnight, somewhere around Kissimmee, which at that time was wide open country. Gary was sleeping in the passenger side of the front seat, and Joe was driving. Gary woke up to a shaking from Joe, who was asking him -- Hey Gary what the devil is that little light off in the distance? Do you see it?
Thinking of UFOs and little green men, both were scrunched up near the windshield, looking hard, trying to discern what the little light was way off in the distance. Then they both saw what it was, but much too late to stop. It was not a light way off in the distance, it was the reflection of THEIR headlights in the eyeball of a cow standing in the middle of the road!
Joe slammed on the brakes but to no avail, they hit the cow so hard it flew off into a ditch at the side of the road, becoming a UFO indeed, for a short while anyway, and it totalled the 1960's station wagon Gary and Joe were driving. Gary said as it flew through the air it made a God awful sound kind of like MOOOOOOOoooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Gary was just shaken up, having ducked below the dash at the last minute, but Joes arm appeared to be broken, and it was. As they stood there in the cold early Kissimmee dark, they then heard a weird thunder-like sound, and it was getting louder. It took a minute or so to realize that there were herds of cows on both sides of the road, and they were running up to the barbed wire fence right near the vehicle! As they got closer to this macabre scene, they all began bellowing in exactly the same manner as the now dead cow in the ditch, MOOOOOOOoooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeee. There were hundreds of them. The Herbivorous Bovine Choir doing I AM MISSING YOU.
Gary said he had never heard such a racket in his life, and hopes he never does again.
It took over 2 hours for another car to come by on this lonely country road and give them a lift to town. The treasure trip to the bahamas was cancelled until the following year.
The moral to this true story is: In treasure hunting and elsewhere, things are not always as they seem. And do watch out for cows in the road.
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