I took my friend JoJo to Roxbury, CT to hunt what I’ve dubbed the button site. So named because I had dug 14 buttons there, along with a CT Copper, pewter spoon and other colonial miscellany the week before.
It’s a really cool site, and I had only hit a small part of it. There are acres of old farmland, now wooded, with rock walls everywhere, and after hitting this spot, I was anxious to explore more of the area, either then or at a later date.

Bears Bears Bears!!!
So I got this package delivered a few weeks back, and it said Made in France on the box. A friend said that perhaps there was a little French man inside, so I checked. Nope, no French dude, but there was a new XP Deus–WooHoo!!!



So I’m thinking what to write about for my next post, and annoyed because I had a list of topics in my head, but forgot them. I do this a lot, and a friend told me a few days ago that I should write it all down. “Yeah, I will” was my response… and I didn’t. So… this post will be about my cool Miniature Schnauzer, “Abby”.
Wow—I’ve heard said before that “you can’t top your best times”, but that really doesn’t make a lot of sense, because there are always more “best times” that come along, so I guess in essence that statement is really kind of silly.







Detecting Diary–Weekend 2, April 2017:
What a great day out Saturday at Scarborough Beach in Narragansett, RI for Awesome Relics New England’s 2nd Annual Penguin Dig.

Ah, so it’s January, my least favorite month of the year, and February comes in a close second. What makes these months worse, is that during the week, the weather gets mild and I get my hopes up. I begin to think it might hold out until the weekend when I have the time to hunt, but nope, with the weekend comes another cold front or snow storm. I’ve lived in New England long enough that I should be used to that by now, but I’m not. I’m still easily fooled by my delusion that Mother Nature won’t change her mind last minute. 

When you go on an organized hunt, whether it’s a day hunt hosted by your local metal detecting club, or an expensive, hyped up, out of state weekend detecting bonanza, you never know what you’re going to get. It’s the chance you take in this hobby. Sometimes a site you think will produce amazing relics and finds turns out to be a dud, while the site you think will be “meh”, blows you away with the finds that are recovered.

Life has been so hectic the past few months that trying to find time for myself and metal detecting has been taking some serious strategic planning. There’s been multiple weddings, wedding showers, birthday parties, family parties, just have to go even though I don’t want to parties, etc, etc…

Pet Peeve: How annoying is it when people refer to us as “He (or she) is a metal detector?” Or, “Oh, You’re a metal detector?”

