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- Feb 3, 2007
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- Detector(s) used
- V3i, MXT-All Pro and Equinox 800
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
Earlier this month, I took a detour along the
back country roads of Iowa to absorb the beauty
of the rolling landscape and experience the
friendly atmosphere of some the smaller towns
that were along the way.
As I was passing through one of these towns
late in the afternoon, I noticed a 19-century house
that was sitting majestically on a hill that was just
off a narrow gravel road.
The lawn area that was surrounding this
house looked extremely inviting to MD so I
threw caution into the wind and walked up to
the front door. Before I could even knock to
announce my presence, the front door slowly
opened and an elderly gentleman appeared
and graciously asked how he could be of service.
After I explained that I wished to metal detect the
front lawn area of his property, he was more than
happy to grant permission. After thanking him for
his generosity, I explained that I would return the
following morning.
Since it was getting late in the day and my stomach
was starting to complain, I found the only cafe in town
which was, of course, on Main Street. The dinner
special for that evening was meat loaf, peas and
mashed potatoes with a choice of white or dark gravy.
After I finished dinner, I casually asked the cafe owner
while paying my bill if she knew any history about that old
white house on the outskirts of town. When she asked
me why, I explained that the old gentleman that was living
there had given me permission that afternoon to metal
detect his property the next morning. Then, all of a sudden,
the cafe owner grew strangely silent. . . then In a low voice,
almost like a whisper, said, "Nobody has lived in that
house since Mr. Booker passed away 3-years ago".
Well, not knowing what to think or say, I got in my car
after leaving the cafe and drove back past that house.
This is what I saw:
Happy Halloween!
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back country roads of Iowa to absorb the beauty
of the rolling landscape and experience the
friendly atmosphere of some the smaller towns
that were along the way.
As I was passing through one of these towns
late in the afternoon, I noticed a 19-century house
that was sitting majestically on a hill that was just
off a narrow gravel road.
The lawn area that was surrounding this
house looked extremely inviting to MD so I
threw caution into the wind and walked up to
the front door. Before I could even knock to
announce my presence, the front door slowly
opened and an elderly gentleman appeared
and graciously asked how he could be of service.
After I explained that I wished to metal detect the
front lawn area of his property, he was more than
happy to grant permission. After thanking him for
his generosity, I explained that I would return the
following morning.
Since it was getting late in the day and my stomach
was starting to complain, I found the only cafe in town
which was, of course, on Main Street. The dinner
special for that evening was meat loaf, peas and
mashed potatoes with a choice of white or dark gravy.
After I finished dinner, I casually asked the cafe owner
while paying my bill if she knew any history about that old
white house on the outskirts of town. When she asked
me why, I explained that the old gentleman that was living
there had given me permission that afternoon to metal
detect his property the next morning. Then, all of a sudden,
the cafe owner grew strangely silent. . . then In a low voice,
almost like a whisper, said, "Nobody has lived in that
house since Mr. Booker passed away 3-years ago".
Well, not knowing what to think or say, I got in my car
after leaving the cafe and drove back past that house.
This is what I saw:
Happy Halloween!
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