Oh Well!
Well, yet again I was sure that we’d be digging a corker. The house was 1870’s, everything was just right… no doubt a shared 2 seater right on the property line. It wasn’t a cruncher but it had the right feel to it, plenty of brick and fill to whet my appetite.
It was HOT, 91% humidity (sheesh) but that was not enough to quell the desire of digging a nice key mold applied lip local bitters from 1872. Trickey turned up wearing a pink bandana… (what was he trying to do, scare the bottles out of the pit?) It was a terribly slow start to the dig with every shovel hitting brick or stone. After we had collected a nice pile of rock we uncovered a brick structure which allowed us to concentrate our efforts squarely on the circle (hee,hee).
Anyway, if I rambled on about how we dug NOTHING except rock for the next 8 ft you’d probably get fed up and say, ” Why didn’t he just say he dug nothing at the beginning?”. Well my friend I’ve just saved you five minutes of wasted reading time.
“Arggh, a pink bandanna. Run away!”
This was a cool looking moth which came out at 6ft.
So, it turned out to be a well. I probed at 8 ft and it swallowed my 8ft probe… so we fillderin.