Frodov
Bronze Member
- Joined
- May 24, 2007
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- Location
- Lexington, KY
- Detector(s) used
- Whites Prism IV / Bullseye II pinpointer
GOT BALLS 
Oh Yeah.. I got’em I got BIG ones! I got a whole BAG full of balls! You may or may not be born with a pair, you might grow a pair, you might lose more than your fair share over a lifetime, but if you are a metal detectorist.. you will undoubtedly FIND some at one time or another. Now that you’ve all come to the conclusion that I’ve finally gone off the deep end or something, perhaps I should elaborate a bit on that first statement.. and everything I’ve written after it up till this point. <laughing> Yeah, I got balls, BIG ONES! And Lots of them! I have a very full bag.. finds bag that is.
Hi again everyone! It’s just me, your fellow treasure hunter and occasional verbal prankster. And yes, I’m at it again. I had a very enjoyable day today, playing with my balls.. or at least, collecting them. <laughing> It’s Sunday, November 29, 2009, the weekend after Thanksgiving. The weekend after “Black Friday”. Somehow or another I managed to survive the holiday and post holiday madness some call shopping. This morning dawned bright and beautiful, if a little chilly. No rain, no snow, no frost! Cool! After reading the Sunday paper over breakfast of fresh sweet rolls with my darling if drowsy wife, we both slept late you see, I decided I just had to get out and scratch that all too familiar itch. (nothing to do with balls this time.. get your minds out of the gutter!) METAL DETECTING! I just had to get out and get in a little swing time while I could. It’s back to work tomorrow and the weather is going to be decidedly more winter like and wet and dreary for the coming week or more, if you can believe half of what the weather forecasters predict. So I dressed warmly and grabbed my machine and off I went.
The venue for the day was a familiar park that isn’t too far from my home and one that just keeps producing time and time again, but first, a lesser visited baseball park (two small diamonds) beside the airport. Early in the day, on a Sunday and cool temps.. I had the park all to myself. My first target was literally my first swing, barely two steps from my truck and it was a quarter nearly three inches deep, a 1966 vintage. And off I went. Before long I was hearing that familiar and very much welcomed “clink” sound of another after another after another coin drops into my finds bag. Surprisingly I found two Wheat Pennies at this park, and they weren’t very deep. Both Wheaties were about two inches down in the soil, one looks as if it may have been dinged by a lawn mower at one time or another.
This little ball park (baseball) is pretty trashy, as far as metal detecting goes that is. I found lots of trash to keep my mounting coin finds company in my finds bag. There were the usual suspects..
I found several “whatzits” today and lots of “blobs”. Slag or molten metal that has cooled into a blob or chunks only to be detected and unearthed later by yours truly. I’m sure you’ve all found a few of these things too at one time or another. Along with scrap metal and busted light bulb ends and nails and screws and bits of pipe and crap like that.
There were some keys for locks somewhere that will never again be used for their purpose..
I unearthed a lock today too. My detector thought it was a half dollar or something in that range, but it turned out to be this big padlock. Not your ordinary padlock though, and not one that would accept one of the keys I had found, or any key for that matter.. Anyone ever seen this particular type of lock? I don’t have a brand name, but it appears to have been manufactured in Taiwan. Check it out.
That lock and all that scrap was beginning to make my finds bag weigh heavy on my hip, but I was far from finished adding to it. I found first one ball, in the grass and weeds along one of the fences. Remember, this is a baseball park, so it was a little odd to find a golf ball there. Not just any ordinary golf ball, but a Miller Lite golf ball. It wasn’t long till I came across my first tee. Yes “tee” as in golf tee. And no, it wasn’t detected by my machine, it was an eyeball find (yeah yeah yeah.. more balls.. ha! ha!) One, then another, then another..
All those tees, someone must have been shooting a little golf or practicing their swing or something there in the grassy areas around the baseball diamonds. I found first the one golf ball, then another and another. I found four in all at that park.
I also found, not surprisingly, a baseball at this park too. I found two for the day, a “pair” if you will, but one wouldn’t be found until a little later and at another park. A “soccer” park, on a Soccer field. WTH? Not a baseball diamond anywhere near for acres and acres, and yet there was baseball sitting in the middle of the field. Maybe someone really hit it a long long long way. <laughing>
Before I left the baseball park, however, I wasn’t quite through with my discoveries. Along with the tabs, crap, balls and lots of coins, I found a couple or race cars! Both have seen better times, but at least they both still had all their wheels.
I found a broken pair of scissors at that baseball park too. They are, or were, a very small pair like used for cutting bandaging or wrapping (athletic) tape. I only found the one “stem”. I also found a cleat stud nearby the scissors, and a zipper pull. I later found a different style of cleat stud at the soccer fields.
Not long after finding the scissors I decided I needed to answer nature’s call, and SOON! The morning’s milk I had for breakfast had gone right through me I guess. And all that bending over was putting pressure on parts that shouldn’t be pressured when full. <chuckle> Instead of driving a few miles to my home, I headed on over to the park with the soccer fields I like to hunt. There are multitudes of port-a-lets, or port-a-potties or whatever you want to call those lifesaving towers of iconic plastic excrement repositories. OH THANK YOU! Whew! What a relief!
With the “pressing business” attended to and resolved, I could return to my hunting. A rewarding hunt to be sure. Again I was finding targets not far from my truck. Lots of digging to be sure, but I don’t mind, especially when I keep hearing that joyful little “clink” or “plink” of another coin in my bag. Pennies, Dimes and Quarters, only found two nickels today. <shrug>
As with every adventure, every excursion, every metal detecting escape, this day’s searching was coming to a close, and in a timely manner I might add. By three in the afternoon (late in the day now that it’s getting dark around four thirty (ish), it was getting dark. Not that the sun had gone down, but that the clouds were rolling in. The weather, it is a changing, again! It’s supposed to get colder tonight, and start raining sometime this evening or overnight. At least I had the morning and early afternoon to enjoy today, and enjoy I did. When I decided to call it a day, I was at the far end of one of the soccer fields that I’d been detecting the sidelines of, a couple of fields over from my truck, so I decided to just cut a path directly across the fields towards my ride. It was in the middle of one of these fields that I got a target that I had to dig up. I always “swing” my detector when I’m walking back to my truck. Hey, you never know what you might find. This is a perfect example. Who wouldn’t enjoy unearthing something like this?
Ok, another “Flipper” or decision coin that the soccer referees use for these soccer matches. Pictured along with the “flipper” and the by now all too familiar wheaty, there’s a token that I dug up as well, though not from the same hole. Also, another commemorative “pin” from one of the tournaments held at the park this year. I found a few more coins on my way back to my truck, but this flipper pretty much topped off the day for me. I have quite a collection of these things now, and it continues to grow…. As does my “vacation fund” from all the clad I find while detecting. Today was a pretty good addition to that too.
Cool stuff, oddities, money in the bank. You have to LOVE THIS HOBBY! Well there it is folks, Balls and all! I hope you all got to or get to get out enjoy this hobby yourselves. As always….
~HAPPY HUNTING~
Frodov
Oh Yeah.. I got’em I got BIG ones! I got a whole BAG full of balls! You may or may not be born with a pair, you might grow a pair, you might lose more than your fair share over a lifetime, but if you are a metal detectorist.. you will undoubtedly FIND some at one time or another. Now that you’ve all come to the conclusion that I’ve finally gone off the deep end or something, perhaps I should elaborate a bit on that first statement.. and everything I’ve written after it up till this point. <laughing> Yeah, I got balls, BIG ONES! And Lots of them! I have a very full bag.. finds bag that is.
Hi again everyone! It’s just me, your fellow treasure hunter and occasional verbal prankster. And yes, I’m at it again. I had a very enjoyable day today, playing with my balls.. or at least, collecting them. <laughing> It’s Sunday, November 29, 2009, the weekend after Thanksgiving. The weekend after “Black Friday”. Somehow or another I managed to survive the holiday and post holiday madness some call shopping. This morning dawned bright and beautiful, if a little chilly. No rain, no snow, no frost! Cool! After reading the Sunday paper over breakfast of fresh sweet rolls with my darling if drowsy wife, we both slept late you see, I decided I just had to get out and scratch that all too familiar itch. (nothing to do with balls this time.. get your minds out of the gutter!) METAL DETECTING! I just had to get out and get in a little swing time while I could. It’s back to work tomorrow and the weather is going to be decidedly more winter like and wet and dreary for the coming week or more, if you can believe half of what the weather forecasters predict. So I dressed warmly and grabbed my machine and off I went.
The venue for the day was a familiar park that isn’t too far from my home and one that just keeps producing time and time again, but first, a lesser visited baseball park (two small diamonds) beside the airport. Early in the day, on a Sunday and cool temps.. I had the park all to myself. My first target was literally my first swing, barely two steps from my truck and it was a quarter nearly three inches deep, a 1966 vintage. And off I went. Before long I was hearing that familiar and very much welcomed “clink” sound of another after another after another coin drops into my finds bag. Surprisingly I found two Wheat Pennies at this park, and they weren’t very deep. Both Wheaties were about two inches down in the soil, one looks as if it may have been dinged by a lawn mower at one time or another.
This little ball park (baseball) is pretty trashy, as far as metal detecting goes that is. I found lots of trash to keep my mounting coin finds company in my finds bag. There were the usual suspects..
I found several “whatzits” today and lots of “blobs”. Slag or molten metal that has cooled into a blob or chunks only to be detected and unearthed later by yours truly. I’m sure you’ve all found a few of these things too at one time or another. Along with scrap metal and busted light bulb ends and nails and screws and bits of pipe and crap like that.
There were some keys for locks somewhere that will never again be used for their purpose..
I unearthed a lock today too. My detector thought it was a half dollar or something in that range, but it turned out to be this big padlock. Not your ordinary padlock though, and not one that would accept one of the keys I had found, or any key for that matter.. Anyone ever seen this particular type of lock? I don’t have a brand name, but it appears to have been manufactured in Taiwan. Check it out.
That lock and all that scrap was beginning to make my finds bag weigh heavy on my hip, but I was far from finished adding to it. I found first one ball, in the grass and weeds along one of the fences. Remember, this is a baseball park, so it was a little odd to find a golf ball there. Not just any ordinary golf ball, but a Miller Lite golf ball. It wasn’t long till I came across my first tee. Yes “tee” as in golf tee. And no, it wasn’t detected by my machine, it was an eyeball find (yeah yeah yeah.. more balls.. ha! ha!) One, then another, then another..
All those tees, someone must have been shooting a little golf or practicing their swing or something there in the grassy areas around the baseball diamonds. I found first the one golf ball, then another and another. I found four in all at that park.
I also found, not surprisingly, a baseball at this park too. I found two for the day, a “pair” if you will, but one wouldn’t be found until a little later and at another park. A “soccer” park, on a Soccer field. WTH? Not a baseball diamond anywhere near for acres and acres, and yet there was baseball sitting in the middle of the field. Maybe someone really hit it a long long long way. <laughing>
Before I left the baseball park, however, I wasn’t quite through with my discoveries. Along with the tabs, crap, balls and lots of coins, I found a couple or race cars! Both have seen better times, but at least they both still had all their wheels.
I found a broken pair of scissors at that baseball park too. They are, or were, a very small pair like used for cutting bandaging or wrapping (athletic) tape. I only found the one “stem”. I also found a cleat stud nearby the scissors, and a zipper pull. I later found a different style of cleat stud at the soccer fields.
Not long after finding the scissors I decided I needed to answer nature’s call, and SOON! The morning’s milk I had for breakfast had gone right through me I guess. And all that bending over was putting pressure on parts that shouldn’t be pressured when full. <chuckle> Instead of driving a few miles to my home, I headed on over to the park with the soccer fields I like to hunt. There are multitudes of port-a-lets, or port-a-potties or whatever you want to call those lifesaving towers of iconic plastic excrement repositories. OH THANK YOU! Whew! What a relief!
With the “pressing business” attended to and resolved, I could return to my hunting. A rewarding hunt to be sure. Again I was finding targets not far from my truck. Lots of digging to be sure, but I don’t mind, especially when I keep hearing that joyful little “clink” or “plink” of another coin in my bag. Pennies, Dimes and Quarters, only found two nickels today. <shrug>
As with every adventure, every excursion, every metal detecting escape, this day’s searching was coming to a close, and in a timely manner I might add. By three in the afternoon (late in the day now that it’s getting dark around four thirty (ish), it was getting dark. Not that the sun had gone down, but that the clouds were rolling in. The weather, it is a changing, again! It’s supposed to get colder tonight, and start raining sometime this evening or overnight. At least I had the morning and early afternoon to enjoy today, and enjoy I did. When I decided to call it a day, I was at the far end of one of the soccer fields that I’d been detecting the sidelines of, a couple of fields over from my truck, so I decided to just cut a path directly across the fields towards my ride. It was in the middle of one of these fields that I got a target that I had to dig up. I always “swing” my detector when I’m walking back to my truck. Hey, you never know what you might find. This is a perfect example. Who wouldn’t enjoy unearthing something like this?
Ok, another “Flipper” or decision coin that the soccer referees use for these soccer matches. Pictured along with the “flipper” and the by now all too familiar wheaty, there’s a token that I dug up as well, though not from the same hole. Also, another commemorative “pin” from one of the tournaments held at the park this year. I found a few more coins on my way back to my truck, but this flipper pretty much topped off the day for me. I have quite a collection of these things now, and it continues to grow…. As does my “vacation fund” from all the clad I find while detecting. Today was a pretty good addition to that too.
Cool stuff, oddities, money in the bank. You have to LOVE THIS HOBBY! Well there it is folks, Balls and all! I hope you all got to or get to get out enjoy this hobby yourselves. As always….
~HAPPY HUNTING~
Frodov
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