Back in the day I was digging post holes down the property line for my old boss in Connecticut.
About 2 feet down I dug up a handgun, a mass of rust.
I dug 2 more holes, before I dug up a derringer, which was more cool, since it was part brass and more intact.
It's hard to dig up guns with post holes, because they are so small, and it's hard to know where the guns are.
My boss kept the guns. I felt like one of those truffle rooting hogs.
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