Why is it, after all the time I’ve spent hunting and learning my machine, those darn oxen shoes continue to fool me?
I get a fantastic signal, my mind thinks “oxen shoe”, my machine reads “oxen shoe”, but can I ignore it? Nooooo! I dig, and dig, with the anticipation of a fantastic find spurring me on, until finally my treasure is revealed…a lowly oxen shoe. Sigh—I move on…