White's BeachHunter 300
On September 5th, 2003 my friend Gary left a phone message for me which went like this - "Bob, don't go to Beach A! The storm brought in several feet of new sand that covered all the treasures! I only got a few coins! Meet me at Beach B!"
After work on Friday I took Gary's advice and went to Beach B, only to find several feet of new sand had been swept up onto the beach. Being that I just traveled 2 hours in traffic and walked the 8 blocks from my Jeep to the beach, I decided to hunt for a while.
After two hours without find any pockets of coins or rings, I stopped and had a slice of pizza. Then I packed it in for the night.
On Saturday I woke up and checked out the b...