Not the Haul I Expected

I had 45 minutes this evening to kill so I found a ditch. I went to the spot where tha duDe scored a spear a few months ago. The later at this place is just tumbling into the ditch as it erodes, but the dry spell we had allowed weeds to spring up in the bottom of the ditch all over the place, killing the erosion. I found a few teeth, definitely not bad for 45 minutes, but visions of megalodons danced in my head. I should have relied upon my weezil sense and went with more realistic expectations. Complete Summerville megalodons are RARE! I'm determined to snag one more this year, somewhere!