<'))))>< Fish
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Post by <'))))>< Fish on Jun 15, 2019 11:46:13 GMT -5
Top Ten Signs You Might Be A Lapidarian 1. You have ever had to respond “yes” to the question, “What have you got in here, rocks?” 2. You have ever taken a 22-passenger van over “roads” that were really intended only for cattle. 3. You have ever found yourself trying to explain to airport security that a rock hammer isn’t really a weapon. 4. Your rock garden is located inside your house. 5. You have ever hung a picture using a Brunton as a level, and your rock hammer as your hammer. 6. Your collection of beer cans and/or bottles rivals the size of your rock collection. 7. You consider a “recent event” to be anything that has happened in the last hundred thousand years. 8. Your photos include people only for scale and you have more pictures of your rock hammer and lens cap than of your family. 9. You have ever been on a field trip that included scheduled stops at a gravel pit and/or a mullock heap. And the #1 sign you might be a lapidarian: 10. You have ever uttered the phrase “have you tried licking it” with no innuendos intended.
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Post by Rockoonz on Jun 15, 2019 12:00:21 GMT -5
Sounds more like rockhound to me, I have friends who are lapidaries who plan to never own a rock hammer and buy their rock. I haven't been on a field trip in over a year, I may be headed that way too. I really need to get out of the freakin city.
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Post by stardiamond on Jun 15, 2019 13:59:55 GMT -5
I own a rock hammer but don't know why. Rock hounding for me is going through the boxes of rough and slabs scattered everywhere and buying material on line. I rock hounded ebay for 15 years. My house came with tons of river rocks and I have no interest cutting open one to see what's inside. Almost every flat surface is covered with slabs, cabs and preforms.
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Post by rockjunquie on Jun 15, 2019 17:50:52 GMT -5
That's pretty good.
I remember the day my mailman was struggling with one of my boxes with a questioning look- "It's rocks" I said. A lighbulb lit up over his head. "Oh, you're a rockhound!" No quite, but close.
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