Michael in SC
Jr. Member
- Joined
- May 16, 2005
- Messages
- 82
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- Location
- Charleston, SC
- Detector(s) used
- Garrett GTA 1000
Didn't find much; but a great story nonetheless....
I called my best friend Friday evening and asked him if he wanted to go MD'ing with me at a local beach on Saturday morning and he said he'd love to. We've talked before about him going out with me but due to his work schedule and me being a stay-at home-dad (two year old triplet girls) we never could make it happen.
That all changed today.
He got to my house right at 0630; a quick trip to Duncan Doughnuts and and we were on our way to "the washout" area of Folly beach. Charleston locals will know exactly where I'm talking about.
We got there about 0700 and hit the beach. I took some time to show him how my detector worked and gave him my "Code of Ethics" talk: remove all trash, back fill holes etc. We put in about four hours and found $1.42 in clad, a weird little key with 1920 stamped on it, bottle caps, a whole box of Nicorette gum and tons of aluminum cans before we stopped about 1100. The Nicorette will definitely go on my oddest finds list.
The tangible items we found don't really matter in this situation nearly as much as the time we got to talk about the good old days being roommates at The Citadel, my girls, his new wife, his job, my inability to find another job and just life in general. I hate to speak for other people but in my opinion most people here don't so much care about "the stuff" but the memories that go along with finding it.
If I were a betting man, I'd wager a years finds on the fact that he has already scoured CraigsList and eBay looking for a detector. Best part was, he bought lunch!
I called my best friend Friday evening and asked him if he wanted to go MD'ing with me at a local beach on Saturday morning and he said he'd love to. We've talked before about him going out with me but due to his work schedule and me being a stay-at home-dad (two year old triplet girls) we never could make it happen.
That all changed today.
He got to my house right at 0630; a quick trip to Duncan Doughnuts and and we were on our way to "the washout" area of Folly beach. Charleston locals will know exactly where I'm talking about.
We got there about 0700 and hit the beach. I took some time to show him how my detector worked and gave him my "Code of Ethics" talk: remove all trash, back fill holes etc. We put in about four hours and found $1.42 in clad, a weird little key with 1920 stamped on it, bottle caps, a whole box of Nicorette gum and tons of aluminum cans before we stopped about 1100. The Nicorette will definitely go on my oddest finds list.
The tangible items we found don't really matter in this situation nearly as much as the time we got to talk about the good old days being roommates at The Citadel, my girls, his new wife, his job, my inability to find another job and just life in general. I hate to speak for other people but in my opinion most people here don't so much care about "the stuff" but the memories that go along with finding it.
If I were a betting man, I'd wager a years finds on the fact that he has already scoured CraigsList and eBay looking for a detector. Best part was, he bought lunch!
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not very often you find a friend like that
Thanks for posting a cool story.
