Found Sword by:  Kasama Ikkansai Shigetsugu

Not your typical flea market find;  I set up at the Raleigh this past weekend selling all the estate sale/auction finds I could not sell locally doing my picking, plus garage debris, toys, and even beanie babies. 
  Fortunately,  at the last minute I decided to make up a couple of flyers “I buy war relics”.    Under the hot sun as I stand baking a nice young man with 2 young children who states he may  want to sell his Grandfathers WW2 trophy.  He says that his GrandPa had this sword surrendered to him.  Very interested, I tell him to bring it by as I’ll be here all weekend and sure enough he does return. 
” Wow, love the chain….., you say you’ve never had the handle off?”,  I tell him if there is no arsenal mark it’s a nice WW2 sword for any collector.   

  He also tells me that Grandpa is still alive and coming back from Florida next week,  I pose a question about this flea market deal,  to make sure that Grandpa won’t get upset, and if not do you think he’d do an interview for my website.  He assures me affirmative in both aspects, then we work on the stuck handle in the back of my van.  I get it off with a little persuading and see no arsenal mark and hand drilled hole.    I make a fair deal for the both of us as a blade with a living storyboard are relics I cannot pass on, and hopefully Grandpa has an interesting story to share here soon.  Came back with less than a half full van so that was a success too!

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Sgt Kellum - Battle of the Bulge

http://www.jdnews.com/news/military/world-war-ii-veterans/volunteering-for-war-but-wondering-why-1.152712

 Now I hope you read the article on SSgt Leon Kellum above.   I think he left out a couple of interesting stories;   “We lost a lot of men in the South of France.   They just kind of disappeared…. The word going around was that some of those guys where just robbing banks and such and just disappearing.”  He relates to me.     “They would drop those paratroopers in as pathfinders, then we would come in on the gliders.   Those pathfinders would sometimes just disappear and we never did find out what happened to them.   

    Sometimes we moved so fast we would catch the Germans in bars drinking and eating,  those didn’t put up much of a fight”.  He says smiling.

       “I guess if you are dropping into rich villages in southern France with no opposition and you have a couple buddies in the game with machine guns, it would be pretty easy to rob and bank and head to Spain!”  I think out loud.

Leon’s unit the 550^th Glider Airborne Infantry Bn. Was later attached to 194^th Infantry who were rushed to stop the breakout of German Armor around Bastogne during the final German push of the Battle.    “The fog was so think that you couldn’t see your hand 3 feet in front of your face”.  

What kind of basic tactics did you use to move and engage in combat with the Germans?

“Well you see we wanted the tanks to go in first to help clear the way so we wouldn’t get shot,  The tankers wanted us to go in first so they wouldn’t get blown up.   Most of the time it was all together!  We send in a pathfinder and a local to look around.   Oftentimes the Germans would let them go thru to get us in range.”

   The Germans were sneaky too, with booby-traps.  They would have Lugers and the like laying around and when you went to pick it up…..”  

I ask if he was able to bring pack any souvenirs.

“Me? Not much  you couldn’t bring back all those swords and stuff but some guys managed to find a way, I did bring back a P38 and a small hand pistol.   I sold both long ago for $50 now they worth a thousand!” Leon shakes his head.

   “My buddy at work father spent some time after the war ended hunting down Nazi’s.   Did you have to do any of that?”  I ask.  

“Yep”  Leon says,  “We had to clean out the whole of Dusseldorf for weapons and whatnot,  it was all over the place in barns, attics you name it”.

Did you receive a Purple Heart?

“Yep,  I got it around somewhere.”

How?

“During the Bulge.”

I ask about the details and Leon says he was a lucky man.

“You see I was out clearing this building,  and I hear a tank.  All of a sudden something hits my leg and I see three holes in my trouser leg.   It don’t hurt but one of the holes did not have a match so the bullet hit me in the leg.   I was real lucky because they pulled me out and threw me on a jeep, just when a German tank rolled through the building I was in.    I was lucky!.

It was a incredible talk with a Soldier who earned the Bronze Star in Combat , Leon Kellum a man who served his country well.

Hit the Beach

   Hit the beach after work on Camp Lejuene, it was a nice afternoon with about 1+30 left before the sun went down. Off shore there was some MEU work-ups going on with a LHA out a few miles and a bunch of LCAC's heading from shore to sea to redeveous with the ships offshore. I was happy with the fact that my cammies are hung up for good and I'm not on the flight deck of that LHA and that I'm here just to swing the Minelab.

   The winter is the best time to detect here as the sand moves offshore leaving some nice hard gravel near the top. My first hit in about 30 seconds of swinging brought up a gold ring. The ocean was not too kind to it as it was pretty beat, may have been there since the 30's as the area was a tourist place then. A little while later I snagged a braclet, I'm not sure if it's silver or not, maybe one of those titanium power deals? Lots of bullets and coins too! It was fun as hell, and I'm heading back soon as possible!

Semper Fi,
Bob

The Return of Makoboy...?

Fossil Fiends,

During the Christmas holiday WildRick proposed a planned dig at the tail end of January... as I looked at my hardhat with the most recent sticker dated 2009 I decided to circle the date and put in some leave papers for the day. That day was just here FossilFiends, and unfortunately at least for Rick who traveled down from Raleigh weather was a issue with the mines in Eastern Carolina barring access. Rick headed to the spoils piles at Aurora. I decided to try my lucky elsewhere. The rain was still a problem at my local friendly mine, but after showing Mr. Meadows my scuba license and MSHAW and OSHA regulated distress whistle I got access by my lonesome to the muddy,sticky,sandy,gooey million year old slop.

In no more than five minutes.... five minutes.... there was a Ricky that my buddy WildRick has been dreaming about as he drives down I-40. Too bad for him, lucky for me! After a time out for a 20 minute downpour, I headed back out, to uncover a bunch of fresh marl lumps full of interesting shells take a look! It was some rough hammer work to say the least, and without my MSHAW / OSHA approved safety glasses quite hazardous. But like Dewayne Varnum, and George Powell taught "you pick up and bring out what you don't know." So, what are these shells? Are they top shelf or shoebox?
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First Dive of the season!

Flat seas, a cool breeze and the promise of 5 gallon bucketfuls of 6 inch Megalodon’s had everyone in a somewhat decent mood. You see, Captain Al just got finished talking about how the guys who dove with Spearit the day before had problems with too many teeth in the dive bag and that we were going to the same spot!

On board the boat called Littlefeet, you had a motley crew of teeth grubbing divers that often frequent the beautiful North Carolina reefs. Yes, I’m talking about Meghead and Wild Rick two modern day teeth pirates who stay down till the gauge is in the red. Bruce, Taylor, and myself rounded out the more mellow of the divers, who like to talk about the joy of diving but in reality are undercover teeth hoarders too.
(Wild Rick sleeping like a baby meghunter, and the sweet smile of success!)

There was some banter about Somali pirates, in fact I believe I heard Meghead and Wild Rick talking about the feasibility of forcibly boarding the big boat that comes out of the Outerbanks with spear guns in order to confiscate their teeth. These guys come with tons of divers and anchor overnight!

Brother…… the ships were out there on this beautiful spring day, with flat seas, and pods of dolphins frolicking in the sea, there was 4 or 5 other dive boats working the reef for Megs. Also of note, one of the outfits uses blowers to make the bottom look like Verdun in search of the big Megs so the possibility of actually being able to say that the ledge is hunted out may be valid sometime in the near future. The blowers allow the diver to go to hardpan scooping up the teeth as they are uncovered.

(Ring a ding ding -Meghead's 6.5 inch Meg! Fresh from mother earth!)


The diving conditions were excellent due to the flat seas and sun. We all did 3 dives at various spots and the winners of the day were Meghead pulling a 6.5 inch tooth from behind me, which is always a bummer for the other guy i.e. me, and Captain Al Highsmith (littlefeet charters) also finds a 6.5 inch tooth as he searched for Grouper and other tasty sea life with the spear gun.

(Captain Al with some throw backs! )


Cool stuff seen: A nice Mahi-mahi that WildRick hooked twice, then as the battle ensued for round three; the big fish took to flight as Meghead swam up alongside the boat ruining a fantastic dinnertime feast for Rick. Bruce and I also spotted a really big black triangular fin cruising in the water. I wasn’t too thrilled about watching this but Meg-fever will make a guy scuba in lava if there are teeth on the bottom. All in all can’t wait for the next time!

The Haunted Helmet

One day many years ago, back when I was a young collector I happened to stop at this North Georgia Flea Market in the middle of nowhere. Soon I spied on the table a WW1 doughboy helmet offered for sale by this overall wearing older country picker. I might have paid 10 bucks tops.
Anyway, I brought it to my new apartment (I just got out of the barracks cuz I was getting married) and hung it on the wall. A few weeks later, sleeping off some beer I awoke to a smoky apparition in the doorway of my room. I was sooooo scared I could not move while it was floating there. But, I chalked it up to the beer and early morning sleepiness. Then, I got married and the wife moved in. Strange things started to happen like doors slamming in the middle of the house, and mysterious knocks.
Then one night I was sleeping on the couch (because of a fight) when I awoke to some strange sounds in the hallway. As I listened as quick as a flash this beast of some sort stampeded down the hallway and spun around right where my face was. It seemed like a boar but with red eyes. It seemed like a eternity but then it was gone. I had trouble beliveing on just what happened. The next day I finally told the wife about it and she then told me how last night something was touching her legs in the bed.

Sooo what happened to the helmet? My buddy was having trouble with this Ahole in the unit. So he gave this helmet to the Marine as a peace offering to get back some revenge!
Mission Complete!

Ode to the teeth

Wild Rick

Ode to the Teeth

To God this morning I did beg

To let me find the biggest Meg.

For 40 miles we sailed about

To find the bottom hunted out.

We blew the sand all around

glancing at each other with a frown.

Finally, yes finally one turned up

a broken half with a shitty cusp.


Well it wasn’t that bad, Hell.. it was damn good. The sweet salty smell of the sea, the roar of the diesel and the bold flavor of a big ole Foster Lager at the end of the day. Many divers say the Meg Ledge here in North Carolina is hunted out, but it’s a big ocean and Wild Rick can sniff out teeth with the best.

A hand picked crew of 4 met up with Captain Highsmith in Surf city a few days back and... “By the looks of that flag it doesn’t look too good boys” said the Captain. “That wind is out of the Northeast and that means rough seas…… are you boys tough?”

Needless to say, like the Fabulous Thunderbirds we were Tuff Enough to go out in the choppy seas. Yours truly, Wild Rick, Bruce the Scientist, and Marine Taylor “Smells like a” Rose took some Dramamine and hopped aboard Littlefeet.

After 2 hours of spine shattering, bone jarring, teeth gnashing, surf splitting motoring, the seas calmed down a little for the final hour to Fry Pan. After 3 hours in the little boat I was ready to head down the anchor line and take a pee in the ocean. Upon jumping in the first thing to go wrong was my USMC Recon spare air let loose and dumped its air from the reg. Soon afterwards on the bottom at 100ft below the surface the expensive device was now somewhat buoyant it came out of its holster and is now lying on the bottom forever.....

Sweet Patho tooth is money in the bank!

However, the sea life as always was simply beautiful on the ledge with Lobster, colorful shrimps and the endless variety of small to large fish in the area. As you concentrate on fanning the bottom and throw around all the whale bones if you pause and look around the fish are all watching you to see “What’s up? & what he hell’s going on? Diving in this fishbowl takes your mind off your f’ups real quick.

Oh yeh, I forgot to mention that Wild Rick sent me to Beaufort to get his ass a Dive scooter for the trip and this mad scientist from Durham used it 3x and each time sucked up any and all dive lines and reels in his underwater location. It was unreal but he is now a certified Dive propulsion specialist and can be reached via email for any fix it jobs. Everyone had a successful trip except Sergeant Rose who after spearing a couple grouper was visited by a Tiger Shark. This undersea greeting prompted Sgt Rose to drop his junk and shoot a line to the top which screwed up his dive computer and put him out of commission on the 2nd dive.

Captain Highsmith

The Captain soon jumped in looking for our gear during our interval time and picked up 2 five inch Megs to show us how its done “Thar jus layin thar by the anchor line!” said the NorthCarolinian. My second dive netted a sweet 4+ pathological and 3 5inchers while Rick was on his way to and I’m guessing here 10 + 5 inch teeth and 10 or more smaller ones. The best tooth of the day seemed to belong to Bruce who was not getting much the first two dives but happened to spy a 6 inch tooth in nice shape under the unsuspecting Rick as his dive fin blew its sandy blanket away. - Good Times