txkickergirl
Silver Member
- Jan 4, 2007
- 2,782
- 25
- Detector(s) used
- SOV, EXCAL, CZ20, & more
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
When I purchased my first metal detector. I was among many that had grand illusions of soon having a room full of treasure troves. Dreams of gold and silver pouring out over chests, diamond rings on every finger, and fist over fist fulls of gold coins. Like many upon hearing the UPS driver pull up to my house, I had the detector assembled, batteries in, and turned on before I reached the front steps to my house. I can still hear that first beep and remember pulling out that shinny little square piece of metal that would later haunt my life from that day forward. Yep, we know it too well, the pull tab. Upon reflection I decided that well #1 the detector works, I found something and #2 how many people have caches buried in their own yard? So out I set pouring hours into research, reading every treasure book and magazine I could find, finding a highly addictive and highly educational forum to advance my knowledge. Driving down roads and noticing trees, or remains of old buildings, grilling family and even complete strangers about areas to detect or local legends. I did all of this and more while finding a few pennies and moving up to quarters and buckets of rusty stuff and things I will never be able to identify. I kept telling myself that good things come to those who wait and that I need to learn the machine or by now machines since I seemed to have acquired an extra hobby of collecting metal detectors as well as using them. Now the addict that I am, needs a room filled with gold and silver to break even with the expenses and gear I have, but being the addict I am if I had such a room I would just justify it as a reason for needing more stuff. Any rate as of late I have found myself discouraged with my meager findings and disappointed that I probably have found enough pull tabs to wrap around the earth twice and still nothing super valuable to show for it. Then it hit me looking through my piles of lost, discarded and long ago cast out items that for the first time, I know what a treasure hunter truly is. Its half of a horse shoe from old calvary days, its and handful of civil war bullets, it’s a small buckle from an old army mule camp, it’s a coin older than yourself but still clad, it’s a junk bent up ring, or that huge rusty piece of “you have no idea” but had to drag it home anyway just in case it’s something. My point is that although my eyes glaze over at the very thought that my next beep will my retirement fund, the simple truth is I already found my treasure of the lifetime. I found a group of great friends, became closer to my dad and brothers(we all got caught up in metal detecting around the same time) and found something I long forgot between work, wife, and being a mom and that was just being myself. So the next time you dig up that shinny square relic, instead of thinking crap-- not another one, think, “I” found this, me, not anyone else and chances are if “I” didn’t find it, it would of been lost forever.
Happy hunting all!
Happy hunting all!
. I was speaking to Rowdy one day and he made a great point. He said metal detecting is like scratching lottery tickets , its fun each time. True metal detecting addicts are happy with this approach and getting small rewards over time. The dreamers only buy the multi million dollar prize tickets expecting a big payoff and usually end up very discouraged.
