Group Therapy

Everyone was in for the hunt today - da f0ssZ, t$, tha duDe, and me. DF dropped the fam off at my house to chill with my wife and kids while we hunted the last few hours of the day at Top Secret. After t$'s plunder last week we had high hopes. We quickly dove into the task, all hoping for the fluke meg to show itself early, but it didn't. t$ and tha duDe were off by themselves quietly digging in multiple spots while DF and I adopted the 'sit still' mentality. DF was the first to hit paydirt with his big marbled angy. The sun was getting close to the horizon when I finally found my keeper of the day. It wasn't until the walk back to the truck that we even saw tha duDe, who was uncharacteristically quiet all day. He had a pocket full of teeth, including a shamer 4 inch meg, but he said everything was broken. t$ also said he didn't find anything noteworthy, but then again, with the luck he's been having lately, you can't really tell much from that statement! We arrived back at my house seconds past our curfew, but it was close enough to avoid the spousal fosstility.