My
house sits on just a bit over 5 acres of property. About a year and a half ago,
my friend Tad “planted” a collectible rock on my property. He placed the rock,
a specimen of agate, just off the road not too far from my house. Sometime
after planting the rock, he told me about it. He was curious how long it would
take me to find the specimen, if I ever did. He also gave me a rough
description of the rock.
Yesterday,
while wandering about, a rock caught my attention. I reached down and plucked
it from the ground—a fine agate with a flat, polished side. The stone seemed
conspicuously clean. After examining the agate a bit, I snapped a picture and
texted it to Tad. Tad responded almost immediately with a phone call. “That’s
it!” he said. “You found it.”
I
think both of us are a little impressed that I found the stone, but at the same
time, I am dedicated to looking for rocks wherever I go. This is not a
lifestyle choice for me. This is a hardwired necessity.
I am
sharing a photograph of the planted agate.
—Mitchell Hegman
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