Treasure Chest Found By Young Boys In The 70's? Naked.

Did you ever find a treasure? Full of booty?

Well here is the true tale of when my friends and I did.

We were about 11 years old. Surrounding our neighborhood on most sides were either cornfields or woods. So it was great growing up where I lived.

My friend would swipe the occasional Playboy from his Dad's closet and a few of us would bring it back into the cornfield and behold it's glory: Fairly innocent 1974-75 Playboys with naked gals. Topless and sporting "fur bikinis" if you know what I mean. "Look at the size of her boobs", I'd say as I'd pull my shirt out to make it look like boobs*.

But one day a friend - let's call him HickNut - found something that would change everything. We were at a friend's house and he came running up, "You're NOT gonna believe this!"

So we follow HickNut into the cornfield wondering what it was that he found. We go deep into the cornfield then we come out onto a small dirt road. We cross it then go even further into the cornfield and almost to the very end.

"Here it is."

It's a chest. Like a wooden treasure chest.

"Check this out."

He opens it up and it's filled to the top with girlie magazines. "WHAT!!!!???"

We dive in. And start going through them all. It was a bit disturbing at the time because there were some hardcore and fetish publications in the mix. Extreme closeups and such. And they were really low budget. I forget if one was called "Pregnant White Women With Black Guys" or if that's something that I made up after the fact. But stuff along those lines.

It kind of ended my innocence in a way because I was not prepared for some of the hardcore stuff. What happened to the topless brunette in farmer's daughter clothes lying in a bed of hay?

Who could have left these here? We started theorizing that it was probably a biker gang. If not a biker gang then probably some 20 something runaways living in a deserted shack somewhere.

We'd hear a distant minibike and we'd look around, "Is that them?"

I think we scared ourselves into thinking that whoever left this treasure chest here was going to come back and kill us. So we put them all back and hauled ass out of the cornfield.

I always wondered what happened to that treasure chest. Either the gang came back and claimed it or the farmer got it caught up in his combine when harvesting the corn. Thousands of tiny paper nude body parts flying into the air then floating to the ground as his combine comes to a screeching halt. What a sight.

*Try it at home but be careful not to stretch your shirt out. You'll ruin it.