So I haven’t been posting for a while because of ongoing issues with my Word Press theme. The main issue being that I couldn’t post new posts. The support I pay for couldn’t fix the issue, neither could the theme developer (nor did he seem to care), but I really liked the way my site looked and was too stubborn to change it. I was hoping some plug in update would come along and magically fix it, because, well, that happens sometimes.
Stickers, stickers, stickers—Who doesn’t love stickers??? I love stickers, I’ve always loved stickers. They’re just so darn stickery and cool.
For about a decade I saved all my metal detecting stickers, waiting until I had enough to start decorating my “Woman Cave”. This not so feminine “Cave” consists of my detecting work bench and gear storage area of the unfinished basement. It’s also where I sit to drink wine or coffee while I’m writing blog posts or cleaning my finds.
It’s quiet here. No one bothers me, and I’m surrounded by all things metal detecting—including my “in progress” sticker wall.
I’m back, but where did I go? Not far. I’ve been out of the detecting loop for months, but not of my own choosing. This hobby is
great awesome, but at times the obsession comes with limitations. I knew that at some point the mild pain in my elbow and forearm after a long day swinging a heavy machine might become a problem. It was the reason I experimented with new, lightweight machines like the Deus and the simplex. I tried each for a while with much success, but no matter how hard I tried, in the end, I always went back to my old faithful E-trac.
Have you ever been at a hunt where no one has found anything of any consequence, and suddenly someone comes walking up, all smiles, with a pouch full of sensational finds? It’s usually someone new, or someone you don’t know very well, but occasionally it’s a person who’s been in the hobby a while. You’re happy for them, even though your mind is trying to rationalize a slight suspicion of disbelief, because 50 other people, with the majority being experienced, hard core hunters all just got skunked.
There are some things that most, if not all Detectorist’s struggle with when starting out in this hobby. Whether you’re a newbie, or a seasoned vet, I’m sure you’ll relate to a few:
Phase 1: WANTING
You see some random guy on the beach metal detecting and the daydreaming begins… I’ve always wanted to do that… I should buy a metal detector… I could find treasure… I remember when Aunt Millie lost her wedding ring years back and a guy with one of those machines found it for her…
The Annual “Lost Treasure Weekend” hunt, at The Blackthorne Resort in the Catskills was held June 15th through 17th, 2018. Last year my review of this event wasn’t too positive, however, this year’s review is much more favorable because this year I had a better idea of what to expect, and I also felt the event had actually improved.
I procrastinated a bit over whether or not I was going to attend due to my previous experience. In the end though, I decided to go because 1.) They allow dogs, and 2.) I knew so many people who were attending that, regardless how I feel about seeded hunts, I knew I would have a good time.
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!!!
After a decade of trapsing around in the woods of New England, I finally saw my first Bear(s). I was hunting a spot up in Kent, CT with my friend Kevin D. Kevin went to go hunt down in the meadow, and I decided not to because it was too sunny. When he came back to the top of the meadow, we were talking, and he suddenly says “Hey, whats that? Is that a bear?” I looked down into the meadow, and sure enough it was a bear, not only that, but about 5 seconds later, another bear climbed down from a small tree right next to it. Kevin had just been detecting the area minutes before that. I don’t know that they would have bothered him, but still a little scary to see a bear (or two) at any time. They weren’t cubs, but they were young.
We decided it was best to move on, but Kevin was so nice to point out that he did not have to run faster than the bears, just faster than me–thanks Kev.
If you don’t subscribe to American Digger Magazine, then you missed the article I wrote titled “A Detectorist’s Dilemma” which was published in the Nov/Dec 2017 issue. So now that my ethical obligations to the magazine have been met, and the issue has run its course–well mostly, because we all know that American Digger NEVER…
In only its third year, Awesome Relics New England’s Annual Penguin Dig is turning out to be the new favorite winter metal detecting event in New England.
It’s timing is perfect, the end of February, when most in the hobby are going stir crazy waiting for the ground to thaw. And its held on the beach, where if the weather is mild, that just adds to the enjoyment of the day.
This year it was held on February 24th, at Scarborough Beach in Narragansett, Rhode Island, and myself, along with over 200 other eager detectorist’s were lucky enough to be able to attend and join in on the fun.
I haven’t posted much lately because I had an article published in the NOV/DEC issue of American Digger Magazine, and I figured that pretty much covered me in the writing department for most of the winter.
Another reason, is because its winter. I hate winter. I hate being cold, and I don’t like to detect in the cold, so there’s not much to write about while I’m avoiding the cold. But…
A good friend and detecting buddy of mine, JoJo, was kind enough to share the story of his most epic detecting day ever. Thank you for sharing JoJo.
THE PUMPKIN PATCH
By JoJo Lantiegne
I received an invite to go hunt some pumpkin fields from Matt, a fellow member of my metal detecting club, The Yankee Territory Coinshooters out of Wethersfield, CT. I had hunted with him the week prior with much success, but that was nothing compared to what we were to find this time out.
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.
Yesterday was one of those new “best times”—I attended the hunt at The Norton Farm in Cheshire, CT, hosted by Nor’easters Metal Detecting club. The weather was superb, the people were awesome, and the attitude all day long was one of fun and the kind of excitement that only a fellow detectorist can really comprehend.
My free time has been pretty limited this past month, so I don’t have any great hunt stories to tell at the moment, but I did manage to get out a few times to unearth a few keepers.
On my first outing, I found a sterling silver spoon. I haven’t had time to investigate its age or hallmarks, but as far as I’m concerned that’s not too important, because any sterling spoon, (or knife or fork) wins as one of the better finds of the season.
I’ve been approached by many people complimenting me on my blog, and what I hear most often is “more hunt stories please, more hunt stories“. I’m always surprised and flattered by this, because if you log onto social media these days, you’d likely be convinced that all people care about is seeing photos of finds or links to YouTube videos.
But I have my niche. Despite all the hoopla on social media, the constant barrage of videos, and “lookie what I found” posts, there are still some folks out there who remember what the hobby was before Facebook & YouTube… in the days before reading became passé.
My buddy Jo Jo and I took a drive out to an old cellar hole site last weekend. I had hunted the site a few years back, and even though I knew it had probably been hit by all the cellar hole junkies a few times since, I still wanted to check it out again.
We spent a few hours there, and except for Jo Jo starting off with an old spoon, we really had to work for our finds. The iron and junk infestation was epic, and if not for my mad detecting skills, I would not have been able to locate every bottle cap, shot gun shell, and pull tab in the area 🙂
Detectorists from all over the east coast descended on the Catskills, June 16th to 18th to attend Blackthorne Resorts Lost Treasure Weekend, in East Durham, NY. This hunt has been an annual event in the metal detecting community for years—how many years, I’m not sure, but I’ve been hearing about it and wanting to attend since I started this hobby, and this year I finally got the chance.
My pre-event impression was a cautious one. Since I knew a lot of people who had been to this event in the past, I asked around about it a bit, and was warned about the resorts food, and lack of guest communication skills.
Are you aware of the metal detecting site treasureclassifieds.com? I’m sure a lot of you are familiar with it, as it’s been around for some time, but for those of you who aren’t, let me share a bit about what this site has to offer.
Treasure Classifieds is a place where you can buy, sell & trade used metal detector’s, detecting gear and equipment. They boast over 9,000 registered members, and there are no listing fees—yup, that’s right, no fees—the listings to buy and sell are FREE!
When we think about metal detecting treasure, it is often old coins and metal relics that come to mind first. Those finds are always exciting, but imagine coming across something that is rarer and more valuable, and that, quite possibly, no human hands have ever touched. The discoveries that I’m talking about are meteorites.
A few months back, I dug a flat piece of copper which looked like an old penny; possibly flattened by mischievous children on the railroad tracks. Upon returning home I promptly threw it in the miscellaneous junk jar for later review.
Are you a Detecting Widow? Does your man disappear for hours only to return with a sack full of pull tabs, bottle caps, dirty coins, rusty thingies, or perhaps lead bullets, silver or gold? After barely saying hello, does he race to clean his treasures, tag & bag his finds, or photograph them for sharing…