mastereagle22
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- May 15, 2007
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- E-trac, Explorer II, Xterra30, Whites Prizm IV
I have recently decided to revisit a hobby my father started me on when I was in my teens. When I was seventeen my father purchased a metal detector and encouraged me to do so as well. I saved up $150 and bought a machine mostly to make my father happy. I went a few times with him and gave it half an effort. The day my father had his heart attack he asked me to go with him to a home he had permission to search and I told him I had better things to do. I did not know that would be the last day I would ever get to spend any time with my father, I was 18 and he was 48.
A short while later he returned home in severe pain grasping at his chest and struggling to breathe. His face was ashen and I knew that this strong man that I had depended on for the first 18 years of my life was in trouble. I got him the best help I could but it was not enough. His heart stopped three times before they could get him to the hospital, and he laid in the ICU for several days before finally passing away. If I had gone with him maybe I might have been able to get him help sooner, I don't know. One thing I do know is that I passed up the last opportunity to do something with my dad that I should have done. I will NOT ever let that happen to me again with any other family member or friend. The pain is still as sharp today as it was thirty years ago. People move on, lives goes on but the pain for me has remained as sharp today as it was then.
So recently when a friend bought a Whites XLT metal detector and started talking to me about it, it sparked a burning desire in me to revisit this hobby I had started so long ago. My wife thought I was crazy (she still does) I bought a used machine off the internet and talked a new and VERY good friend of mine TOM into letting me come along. Little did he know that each time I go out with my detector someone extra was coming along. I like to think that my dad is somewhere watching me, encouraging me with each and every thing I find.
So any way I wanted to share with you a story that is true, it is just one of many that happen every day to detectorists everywhere. I don't care if people laugh at me for metal detecting, I don't care if I go and don't find anything. For me it is a way to pay respect to a man that helped me become who I am today. Oh and by the way Thanks Tom!
A short while later he returned home in severe pain grasping at his chest and struggling to breathe. His face was ashen and I knew that this strong man that I had depended on for the first 18 years of my life was in trouble. I got him the best help I could but it was not enough. His heart stopped three times before they could get him to the hospital, and he laid in the ICU for several days before finally passing away. If I had gone with him maybe I might have been able to get him help sooner, I don't know. One thing I do know is that I passed up the last opportunity to do something with my dad that I should have done. I will NOT ever let that happen to me again with any other family member or friend. The pain is still as sharp today as it was thirty years ago. People move on, lives goes on but the pain for me has remained as sharp today as it was then.
So recently when a friend bought a Whites XLT metal detector and started talking to me about it, it sparked a burning desire in me to revisit this hobby I had started so long ago. My wife thought I was crazy (she still does) I bought a used machine off the internet and talked a new and VERY good friend of mine TOM into letting me come along. Little did he know that each time I go out with my detector someone extra was coming along. I like to think that my dad is somewhere watching me, encouraging me with each and every thing I find.
So any way I wanted to share with you a story that is true, it is just one of many that happen every day to detectorists everywhere. I don't care if people laugh at me for metal detecting, I don't care if I go and don't find anything. For me it is a way to pay respect to a man that helped me become who I am today. Oh and by the way Thanks Tom!
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