Doc Bill cursed a friendly curse on Scott Page as he dug. Almost 20 holes and he still did not have his quarry. He looked across the field. It looks like it had been carpet-bombed, save for the treasure on the side of each hole. Ruger had managed to find his gold reserves, baseball cards, stamp collection, beer can collection, diamonds, stash of real CocaCola from before the formula change and the use of high fructose corn syrup, a collection of first editions, vintage vinyl, a Ferrari 308 GTS (Red of course), a time capsule with original da Vinci manuscripts, a mastodon tusk, a Solothurn S-18/1000 with thousands of rounds of HEI, several other weapons caches and various pieces of old moonshine stills.
"I'm redrawing my map before I bury all this sh*t again," thought Ruger. His shovel hit another clunk in the ground. Carefully, Ruger pulled out the heavy chest and checking its seal, saw that it had been just as unmolested as all of his other treasures.