Lost Treasures & Other Cool Finds
I almost always find somethin' cool while out roaming God's Country. How 'bout you? Here's somethin' cool I found recently. If you lost it too bad! Finders keepers!
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A story of trash and treasure.
Once upon a time when I was much younger I was in the mountains of northern NM. walking in the desert and came upon an area of broken glass and old tin cans. It looked like someones old garbage pile from years gone by. There was a little piece of dark colored felt sticking out of the ground. I kicked at it but it would not come out of the ground. I kicked more but no go so I dug it up to see what it was. It was an old black cowboy hat. I took it back to the place where I was staying and layed it out by the side of the house. That night it rained like crazy. The next day I happened to look at it and it had returned to it's original shape and looked great AND it fit me perfectly. When it dried out I wore it.
There was an old man who they called the ditch rider. He was in charge of maintaining the irrigation ditches for the little town. He saw me walking one day wearing the hat and came up to me and said, That's my hat, I lost that hat in a wind storm more that 40 years ago. I tried to give back to him but he wouldn't take it. He said it was my turn now.
Jerry
Once upon a time when I was much younger I was in the mountains of northern NM. walking in the desert and came upon an area of broken glass and old tin cans. It looked like someones old garbage pile from years gone by. There was a little piece of dark colored felt sticking out of the ground. I kicked at it but it would not come out of the ground. I kicked more but no go so I dug it up to see what it was. It was an old black cowboy hat. I took it back to the place where I was staying and layed it out by the side of the house. That night it rained like crazy. The next day I happened to look at it and it had returned to it's original shape and looked great AND it fit me perfectly. When it dried out I wore it.
There was an old man who they called the ditch rider. He was in charge of maintaining the irrigation ditches for the little town. He saw me walking one day wearing the hat and came up to me and said, That's my hat, I lost that hat in a wind storm more that 40 years ago. I tried to give back to him but he wouldn't take it. He said it was my turn now.
Jerry
