xcopperstax
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- Location
- Massachusetts
- Detector(s) used
- Garrett AT Max
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
I'm kind of joking and kind of not joking. Sunday I found myself with a decent amount of time to go detect. I wanted to check out this spot near the highway that looked promising. When I was parking I noticed that this tidal area I've never checked was really low and there were exposed rocks I could walk on instead of just mud. To me that spells finds. Well as soon as I started walking I found coins all over the place by eye. This is what it must be like in England! Maybe there's something old. After picking up some change and a marble I went over to the wooded area by the highway to detect. It wasn't as good as I imagined and I ended up giving up with only an eyeballed coke bottle of an unknown vintage but it looked old enough to take. I decided to walk the tidal area again as I was intrigued. More coins and tons of fishing weights. On my way back to the car I stepped in some mud and went in a little deeper than normal. The next step was supposed to get me out and it also sunk in to the same depth. I struggled to lift my boots out and said uh oh I might be losing my boots. The next second I had sunk all the way up to my knees, the mud was now spilling over the top of my boots and couldn't pull out of the mud. It was starting to go past my knees! I would not say I panicked but I was worried now. Forget the boots I need to get out of the mud fast and what if I sink in deeper? I was thinking about flopping forward onto the mud but gave it another try. I leaned on my detector a little for balance and was able to pull out of the mud before all out panic came. I was close enough to shore that I could probably could have shouted for help
or even called 911 but I feel like I was a couple seconds away from going in past my waist which would have done away with the phone option. The tide was coming in fast and I slogged back to my car covered in the stickiest smelliest black mud you've ever seen! To be honest I was shook by it and had that feeling for another hr. It was nice to escape death and have a couple marbles... at least I found something! Will I go back? Not if my wife has a say. Don't go out alone to a spot like that!

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