Monty
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- Jan 26, 2005
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- Detector(s) used
- ACE 250, Garrett
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
I had an interesting experience yesterday. I had been eyeballing a possible detecting site for some time and decided to go check it out yesterday. It is at the entrance to a large county park that was once the gateway to what was called "Lost City". The park itself is atop a very steep hill and it is surrounded by limestone canyons and monoliths of protruding rock outcroppings. There are several cliffs over a hundred feet high where rock climbers often practice. And there are legendary tales of outlaws hiding out and stashing loot in that maze of cliffs and boulders. This has nothing to do with my outing, just some background. Anyway to continue..... The area I was interested in was a steep slope where everyone from the local area goes to ride their sleds downhill when it snows. As far as I know no one has detected it as it is to steep and hard to access. So I gathered my strength and climbed about halfway up and gave it a short try. I went one direction and recovered quite a bit of clad change, changed directions and worked back the other way to where it wasn't so steep. I also had my eye on a big walnut tree 'cause it had some shade and I was getting hot and tired. As I approached the walnut tree I suddenly found myself in the middle of a junk field, with multiple targets galore, more than I could ever dig. Heck if I had dug them all it would have looked like an excavation 'cause I could just dig a plug and keep on digging for several feet! I was finding a lot of old cans, keys, one 1920 wheat cent and parts to an old alarm clock. I finally reached the old walnut tree, a huge old tree that had probably seen a lot of history in it's youth. I sat down and leaned back against the bank and closed my eyes to rest a spell in the shade. I nearly dozed off when my memory kicked into high gear of when I was a child 4 or 5 years old. I wasn't in school yet so it would have had to been about that age. Dad use to take me squirrel hunting with him in this area and we would park in the front driveway of an old house. The walnut tree was in the front yard of the house and I remember kicking the fallen walnuts pretending they were balls, like a kids make up game. No doubt the junk pile had been the remains of the old house. The stuff or junque as I like to call it hadn't been touched since the house had been bull dozed some 60 years ago! In my mind I could clearly see the house and the tree and the out buildings, and could nearly make out the face of the old guy who let us hunt there. I also could remember my dad as a young man and that was kinda' sad as he is gone now and I miss him a lot. But now that my memory has been rekindled, I will go back later on next week and see what else I can turn up. Maybe outlaw treasure or a cache hidden away by the old man? Or most likely just more old junque. But that will be almost as satisfying as it rekindles days of my childhood long passed. A true tale by Monty.
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Monty
