Chomping at the bit

The other day I poked around behind my friends' place down the street with my metal detector. I Didn't find too much (except a neat old spoon with three bullet holes in it -- good aim!) but the cool thing about this place is that long ago, it was a harness shop.

You can walk around out back and literally just pick handfuls of old leather harnesses out of the undergrowth.

Needless to say, all the iron was driving my poor lil Ace 250 berserk so I got cranky and left.

But still. Harnesses!