There is no other hobby that one can get so caught up in, that the entire world, and any worries fade away, and one thinks of nothing other than what they’re doing at that moment, every moment that machine is in their hand. It frees the mind, and it’s a high like no other, which calms you to your soul.
I’ve always been a free, independent spirit, with a love of the outdoors and nature. Growing up I preferred to be out wandering in the woods all day, exploring and building forts. I had a great imagination, and in my mind actually lived in these forts and off the land, that is, until I heard the bell ringing in the distance indicating it was time to come home for dinner.
So I haven’t been posting for a while because of ongoing issues with my Word Press theme.
I was reviewing my blog stats, and they showed that my posts which are most popular are the super sarcastic or humorous ones where I talk about the types of detectorists or nuances in the hobby.
Stickers, stickers, stickers—Who doesn’t love stickers??? I love stickers, I’ve always loved stickers. They’re just so darn stickery and cool.
I’ve been having problems with my website, and my posts are not being sent out automatically to my subscribers. The folks at GoDaddy asked me to do a test post. I don’t have the time to write, so I’m re-posting an old article about one of the weirdest things that has happened to me in the field. As of this day, it’s still one of my strangest experiences.
Since I posted about The Aging Detectorist, and The Dishonest Detectorist, I thought why not follow it up with The Lazy Detectorist? 
It seems those long winters where I’ve hibernated on the couch with my best friend “Blanket”, have really taken a toll on me both mentally and physically.
Recently I’d been hearing a lot of hype over the new Nokta Simplex.
Nine years ago, I bought a pair of DetectorPros Rattler headphones and was so thrilled with their performance that I just had to write a review about them. Fast forward to today, and my feelings about them have only gotten better with time.
Here’s another detecting tip from from the mouth and mind of a five year old, my granddaughter Jordan, a.k.a. “Marshmello-J”.
Once again, Blackthorne Resort in the Catskills hosted its annual Lost Treasure Weekend June 15th-17th, 2019, and once again, it was a great time.
I was going to post a product review, but then I changed my mind and decided to post a video of my granddaughter Jordan, a.k.a. “Marshmallow-J” (the detecting name she picked for herself), because she likes Marshmallow’s and a song by someone named Marshmello.
So the mystery of the creepy thing in the woods has been solved—well, maybe not solved, but investigated at least.
To all of you who have been kind enough to to inquire as to my whereabouts, and general well being in the past few months, Thank you. I’m okay. I did not retire from detecting. I’ve been having issues with my website that I did not have the time or expertise to address. Everything seems to be in order now though, so hopefully I can continue to entertain you with tales of the hunt, and/or anything else metal detecting related that I can think to write about.
Detecting Diary–Weekend 2, April 2017:
