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I tell you. Ol' Kesar Lal is a khuk of many talents. A regular multi-tasking workaholic if ever I saw one! Went gold prospecting again this morning. Kesar asked if he could tag along....said he wouldn't get in the way. I agreed. When we got to the site and stepped out of the truck, I was immediately set upon by the nefarious Multi-flora Rose gang and was bleeding in no time. Kesar didn't say one freakin' word. Just ripped off his Pugs Pants like he was Superman or somebody and went to whackin'. In no time, the entire gang and their sharp little knives were all layin' on the ground.
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Kesar didn't say nothin'. Just opened up a bottle of Not Your Father's Root Beer, broke wind, and went over and sat on a stump. Have a bad foot, you know. Took me a while to get down the bank with my fossicking equipment. No sooner got that done when I was set upon once again. This time Kesar leaped outta them Pants and with a big rebel yell, went back to whackin'. Once again, it didn't take him long to clean house. Didn't say nothin'. Just went over and sat on a piece of tree log and watched over my frailness.
[/URL][/IMG] You can see the gravel pile I made in the crik where I set up. In the end, his vigilance paid dividends because we took home a little profit.
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Kesar didn't say nothin'. Just opened up a bottle of Not Your Father's Root Beer, broke wind, and went over and sat on a stump. Have a bad foot, you know. Took me a while to get down the bank with my fossicking equipment. No sooner got that done when I was set upon once again. This time Kesar leaped outta them Pants and with a big rebel yell, went back to whackin'. Once again, it didn't take him long to clean house. Didn't say nothin'. Just went over and sat on a piece of tree log and watched over my frailness.

