Higgy
Bronze Member
- Jul 21, 2014
- 1,415
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- Detector(s) used
- Xp Deus, Tesoro Tiger Shark, Garrett AT Pro, Garrett Pro-Pointer
- Primary Interest:
- Metal Detecting
The Missus and I just got back from Myrtle, and life was good. Despite the poor weather, we had a wonderful time eating and drinking, and we still strolled the beach anyway. It felt like a ghost town. Our room was on the 17th floor and was positioned so that we had a splendid view of the north - both beach and Ocean Blvd. There were times that we'd sit out on the balcony and the street below would be completely-void of cars and people. I am certain that a sunny day in August would find the same street crowed and chaotic.
I took my Deus and although I did not have a lot of time to use it, I did have a couple good and interesting scores. Our section of the beach was totally scrubbed clean by the beach groomers. I found half of an old-school pop top and a bottle cap or two, but they were rare. It was my first time out this year and first time out with my Deus. I was wondering if I had it set right. I've spent hours and hours reading the Andy Sabish book, watching every Deus video I could find, and the Deus owners manual had a permanent parking spot at the toilet since the first week in January. Even though I was studied up, I still couldn't shake the feeling that I had the setting wrong or maybe I just wasn't holding my jaw right or something.
Anyway, Missy had to study for a paper. She's getting her Master's, and even though we were on holiday, she had a final paper to turn in, so there was a little time for me to roll and stroll. I Left her in the room with her face buried in her laptop, and took the rental car out for a spin. One of my research methods is to talk to people and casually ask them loaded questions, like, "Are you a local?", and if so, then a whole bunch of questions. "Where did you play as a kid?" "Where did you go swimming? when you were a kid?" "What's the oldest part of town?" This type of subtle investigative I find indispensable. There is really no substitute for it in my humble opinion.
So this waiter at an oyster bar was a local kid. Aside from telling me where I could get the best fried chicken dinner, he also told me about an old place up the coast a bit that was once a school, but someone bought it and made a house out of it. He gave good directions, and I drove right to it. After a doorknock, the lady owner was very happy to say sure go for it, and I beeped around for a bit. She said the schoolhouse was built in the '20's, so I really wasn't expecting anything good, but a nice 1920 SLQ came popping right out at me!
After my heart rate slowed a little a few swings later and the holed 1944 wheatie came up. Odd to have a holed Lincoln imho. Its the first I have ever seen. I can't see a reason in the 20th century to do it. Someone must have been envisioning a charm bracelet maybe? All in all I found a few Lincolns, and a Roosie, but I condensed all of it into what I thought was most-interesting over the whole trip.
The pennies and the SLQ from that site were weirdly-tarnished. Dark. Never saw a quarter - or any silver for that matter - with a dark tone to it like this. Must be the soil there.
Oh and I almost forgot! The presidential dollars were a sight find right in a gravel parking lot we were cutting across while walking. A glint of gold caught my eye, which was turned toward the ground because of the pouring rain. I thought it may have been one of those souvenir coins they screw $4 out of you at Ripleys or something, so I bent over to pick it up and the other two were right under it in the sand. Imagine my surprise! I was hoping a for a no-lettering edge, but no luck there.
So there is my vacation report. I feel 10 pounds heavier from all of the delightful Southern food, and all the good beer and raw oysters. Above all, I miss the Southern Folk. Such good people. Friendly. Courteous. Well-mannered. The minute we set foot in Boston, I felt like people would be happier to kick me in the face - everyone walking around with sour looks like they got something rammed up their butts.
Anyway, we had a wonderful time, and I didn't get skunked, and thanks for reading!
I found a few Lincolns, and a Roosie, but I condensed all of it into what I thought was most-interesting over the whole trip.
I took my Deus and although I did not have a lot of time to use it, I did have a couple good and interesting scores. Our section of the beach was totally scrubbed clean by the beach groomers. I found half of an old-school pop top and a bottle cap or two, but they were rare. It was my first time out this year and first time out with my Deus. I was wondering if I had it set right. I've spent hours and hours reading the Andy Sabish book, watching every Deus video I could find, and the Deus owners manual had a permanent parking spot at the toilet since the first week in January. Even though I was studied up, I still couldn't shake the feeling that I had the setting wrong or maybe I just wasn't holding my jaw right or something.
Anyway, Missy had to study for a paper. She's getting her Master's, and even though we were on holiday, she had a final paper to turn in, so there was a little time for me to roll and stroll. I Left her in the room with her face buried in her laptop, and took the rental car out for a spin. One of my research methods is to talk to people and casually ask them loaded questions, like, "Are you a local?", and if so, then a whole bunch of questions. "Where did you play as a kid?" "Where did you go swimming? when you were a kid?" "What's the oldest part of town?" This type of subtle investigative I find indispensable. There is really no substitute for it in my humble opinion.
So this waiter at an oyster bar was a local kid. Aside from telling me where I could get the best fried chicken dinner, he also told me about an old place up the coast a bit that was once a school, but someone bought it and made a house out of it. He gave good directions, and I drove right to it. After a doorknock, the lady owner was very happy to say sure go for it, and I beeped around for a bit. She said the schoolhouse was built in the '20's, so I really wasn't expecting anything good, but a nice 1920 SLQ came popping right out at me!
After my heart rate slowed a little a few swings later and the holed 1944 wheatie came up. Odd to have a holed Lincoln imho. Its the first I have ever seen. I can't see a reason in the 20th century to do it. Someone must have been envisioning a charm bracelet maybe? All in all I found a few Lincolns, and a Roosie, but I condensed all of it into what I thought was most-interesting over the whole trip.
The pennies and the SLQ from that site were weirdly-tarnished. Dark. Never saw a quarter - or any silver for that matter - with a dark tone to it like this. Must be the soil there.
Oh and I almost forgot! The presidential dollars were a sight find right in a gravel parking lot we were cutting across while walking. A glint of gold caught my eye, which was turned toward the ground because of the pouring rain. I thought it may have been one of those souvenir coins they screw $4 out of you at Ripleys or something, so I bent over to pick it up and the other two were right under it in the sand. Imagine my surprise! I was hoping a for a no-lettering edge, but no luck there.
So there is my vacation report. I feel 10 pounds heavier from all of the delightful Southern food, and all the good beer and raw oysters. Above all, I miss the Southern Folk. Such good people. Friendly. Courteous. Well-mannered. The minute we set foot in Boston, I felt like people would be happier to kick me in the face - everyone walking around with sour looks like they got something rammed up their butts.
Anyway, we had a wonderful time, and I didn't get skunked, and thanks for reading!
I found a few Lincolns, and a Roosie, but I condensed all of it into what I thought was most-interesting over the whole trip.
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