Big Buckaroo worked on the well we found just to see what we had there.
Speaking of muscles (hehe, I love to embarass Big Buckaroo), we mucked out about a foot off the bottom. There was not a treasure chest, but I am sure we will find some cool stuff when we get a little more out....when my poison ivy rash heals.
Postscript: After we finished this, Big Buckaroo built a cover for the well. So, all of you worried about the LIttle Buckaroo's falling in, rest assured, we took care of it.
The Park Wife