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Jake looked immediately enamored at the sight of the mine. There was perhaps a second of just stunned silence on his part before he could manage to speak again. “Dude, you don’t understand! Stuff like this is a gold… well I mean I guess technically this is a coal mine but like, You don’t see this at all anymore!” He took a moment to regain his composure before he tried to speak again.
“So every now and then old companies and businesses close down, pack up shop, and sell off all of their extra supplies or move it to other projects in the business or whatever. But occasionally they don’t have any options to do so. The only things they can do from that point forward are waste more time trying to find a way to get rid of their surplus gear or, slightly less commonly, just abandon it and move on. Now modern day stuff and to a lesser extent random bits from the 50′s are whatever. But these older supplies from colonial towns and pre World War two stuff is huge to find. Like anything that can’t be sold as an antique or pawned is hot stuff in metalworking.”
“Oh… Yeah that makes sense..” Dan scratched his ear uncertainly. The mine was different that he remembered, like it was a different shape, or smaller. He couldn’t quite tell from up here though. Dan didn’t know what to say for a moment so instead he simply looked ahead and listened to the birds and the wind. “Imagine this place when it was open. Bunch of dudes running around, hauling dirt and yelling over banging screeching metal..” Dan stretched and breathed in deeply.
“Wait you mean we could still make money off this junk?” Dan never turns down work that pays. “I don’t know how much stuff is left from that long ago but if anywhere it’d be here. Or in the ravines at the east end of town.” He turned to look at Jake. “Well? Wanna check it out?”
Jake looked like he was seconds away from just tearing off down the hill as it was. “Dude, yeah! I mean like, even just a helmet or an old busted out lamp would be huge finds as long as they aren’t totally mashed or rusted to nothing. But like, imagine if we could find like an old pickaxe or a charter book in a box or like... like...” He had this overabundant gleam of wonder in his eyes as he tried to think of what kind of treasures he could find.
