Words of Wisdom

This weekend was supposed to be the bi-annual pilgrimage to Aurora NC to collect at the PCS mine. As it turned out, both myself and DW were pinched for time and a weekend trip was not on the slate. We both had part of Saturday to hunt, so we decided to hit the Edisto. I met up early at DWs house around 9AM and we decided to give my new truck its first fossilin' trip. After we loaded up and got 31/32 of the way to the dive spot, DW began to mutter unpleasantries about his knack for forgetting something. This time it was his dive booties. We began a maze of circular logic and I realized I was going to be out a pair of socks (these were not my lucky land socks, so I conceeded them). But DW has fosspitality and offered me a pair of his. As we geared up, DW borrowed my dive and began to cut up some floats from his boat. These, combined with my socks, were his make-shift dive booties. DW showed that he is wise before his years, and one heck of an inventor; "Desperate times call for desperate measures" he said; my response "Necessity is the mother of invention". We paused in utter amazement at our philosophical banter, and proceeded to collect like there was no tomorrow. I hit the gravel beds hard, and pulled out a killer 2.5" angy, then a Indian scraper. DW then scored a prize Oligocene benedeni. We decided to try a new spot after a short break. We both were racking large quantities of teeth, with a few nice smaller teeth scattered in the lot. After we started to head for the boat, I fanned a few more sections, and flipped out a huge angy. It has a killer root, bourlette, serrations and cusps. There is feeding damage, but what a way to end the day.