Doc Arey
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- Dec 23, 2011
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- Detector(s) used
- Minelab 800 WHITE MXT & NEW VX3 a At Pro and a few others
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
There is a Ball Park in my Community that go's back to the 1950's and over the years I have dug the heck out of it. I was there digging my 2000th pull tab when it hit me that maybe I needed to give the tabs a break. I looked across the road and noted a house that I had always longed to swing the detector over and made the brave decision to do that very first door knock. After all I have seen the success others on this forum have had with it and told my self that I was going to march across the road and Knock on that Door! I had just seen a truck pull in so I knew someone was home.
Going across the road with all my gear a tow I marched up to the door and Knocked. After a few longs seconds the door opened and a Very Drunk man answered With a curt Who are you? I replied that I was a local Guy and my Hobby was Metal Detecting and I enjoyed recovering local history. He replied with "At least you Got Nerve enough to ask" and said go ahead. I did and he watched me very carefully for a while and replied "show me what you found before you leave". The yard was trashy but I soon found a Lincoln cent and a nice Hot wheels car. He appeared out of nowhere and wanted to see what I found and I pulled them out of my Garrett Pouch and handed them to him. He retained the Hot Wheel and handed the penny back. I thought he just wanted to look it over so I kept swinging and soon had another hot Wheel car in the bag. Again the showed up and wanted to know what I had in the bag and again I handed him a Hot wheel and another Lincoln which he stuck in his pocked saying "whatever is in my yard is mine and I want to see what's in that pouch before you leave"' I looked at him I guess with some surprise and replied that your yard has too much junk in it and I was leaving NOW! I preceded to start across the yard and he replied "I want to see what you got in that pouch before you leave!" Well those of you who use this Garrett Pouch know that it has a second zipper pocket for you to put the good stuff in and the junk go's the large pouch. Well I had a Silver Dime and a three ringer in the small pouch that I had found earlier I didn't want this idiot to think was his so I just unbuckled the pouch belt and preceded to dump all the junk I had collected on his yard and said "Here you Go" and started across the road. As I crossed the center of the road he Hollered "Yea, What the Hell do you GOT in your pockets"? I just keep walking shook my head and under my breath said Damn Drunks anyway. Its got to get better.
Going across the road with all my gear a tow I marched up to the door and Knocked. After a few longs seconds the door opened and a Very Drunk man answered With a curt Who are you? I replied that I was a local Guy and my Hobby was Metal Detecting and I enjoyed recovering local history. He replied with "At least you Got Nerve enough to ask" and said go ahead. I did and he watched me very carefully for a while and replied "show me what you found before you leave". The yard was trashy but I soon found a Lincoln cent and a nice Hot wheels car. He appeared out of nowhere and wanted to see what I found and I pulled them out of my Garrett Pouch and handed them to him. He retained the Hot Wheel and handed the penny back. I thought he just wanted to look it over so I kept swinging and soon had another hot Wheel car in the bag. Again the showed up and wanted to know what I had in the bag and again I handed him a Hot wheel and another Lincoln which he stuck in his pocked saying "whatever is in my yard is mine and I want to see what's in that pouch before you leave"' I looked at him I guess with some surprise and replied that your yard has too much junk in it and I was leaving NOW! I preceded to start across the yard and he replied "I want to see what you got in that pouch before you leave!" Well those of you who use this Garrett Pouch know that it has a second zipper pocket for you to put the good stuff in and the junk go's the large pouch. Well I had a Silver Dime and a three ringer in the small pouch that I had found earlier I didn't want this idiot to think was his so I just unbuckled the pouch belt and preceded to dump all the junk I had collected on his yard and said "Here you Go" and started across the road. As I crossed the center of the road he Hollered "Yea, What the Hell do you GOT in your pockets"? I just keep walking shook my head and under my breath said Damn Drunks anyway. Its got to get better.
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