Tales of the Hunt :
“Collecting: Sin or Solace”
by Bill Cameron
Hello everyone my name is Bill Cameron and I am a collector. Attending meetings is not required, but I do have all the earmarks of a hardened addict. Whenever I discover a “Find”, my palms sweat, my eyes dilate and both my voice and blood pressure go up an octave.
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If you don’t run a website, or blog, you may not be privy to the world of “stats”, or statistics as they are more formally called.
Word Press, which I use for my blog, comes with a built-in
program that tracks the “stats” of your blog, keeping track of blog traffic, i.e. number of visitors, unique IP’s, links clicked on by visitors, pages viewed by visitors, etc…
Bloggers can also download plug-ins like Slim Stat or Google Analytics for stat tracking. Myself, I use Slim Stat, although I’m sure I do not use it properly, or to its full potential.
When I first started my blog, I found the information they offered very interesting, in that I could check on what visitors to my site were reading and tailor my future posts to what seemed to be popular.
Awkward Moments in Metal Detecting:
*That awkward moment when you’re trying to explain to a non-detectorist why you detect.
*That awkward moment when you’re showing the awesome stuff you just found to your buddy, and you realize they got skunked.
Detectorist’s are no strangers to finding eating utensils, after all, folks didn’t use plastic flatware in the “olden days”, but if I find another *$#%! spoon….OMG.
Oh, of course the signal is great, and then you pull out the spoon, and mutter “another friggin’ spoon”, out loud to yourself.
It’s just a lowly spoon–not even a silver spoon, just a crappy silver plated nickel utensil to stick in a box with all the other crappy flatware you’ve found.
I was going through my collection of recently found treasure, (I’m using the word treasure very lightly here), and decided I would share some of these beauties with you all….enjoy!
Quite a nice little duo found about 6″ from each other, (another reminder to re-check that hole). It appears Tonto got sliced in half and the Lone Ranger lost a foot in the skirmish, but they have great detail and the paint is still intact. I’m sure they’ll look much better after some cleaning.
I’m wondering if its my age-seeing as I am due to be a grandma in the Spring, but I’m seriously thinking of removing the batteries from my machines for the winter, because…well…it’s cold out.
Hard to believe, but Ms. “Die Hard” Detectorista, the gal who hits up the beaches all winter, regardless of temperature; leaving only when it becomes so frigid sheets of ice are starting to form on top of the salt water, is debating warmth.
I’ve been a detecting fool at times. You know you’ve gotta check yourself when you drive an hour home with the heated seats on high and upon arrival, your legs are still freezing cold to the touch.
This story and recording has been around for a while. If you haven’t heard it yet, check it out, and if you have, its worth another listen.
“You’ve probably heard the of the mythic Rebel Yell. It was real, and it was said to send shakes through the body of the Union soldiers as they faced the onslaught of charging rebels. Many don’t know exactly how it sounded, but thanks to a disc jockey from 1935 and modern technology, we now can play the rebel yell and experience what the Union soldiers heard.
