A couple of days ago I had a load in the pouch that almost dislocated my hip.
The pouch was already almost full of brass and lead when a 5 pound lead weight decided to reveal itself.
I initially walked it up to the high tide line and continued hunting.
Yah I should know better but when you are addicted what can you do.
The point was finally reached where getting back to my escape route was a necessity.
So here I am, carrying the scoop and the weight in one hand and the detector in the other and the detector goes off.
It is a length of brass pipe.
OK, I start tossing the pipe ahead of me and keep on trudging alone still carrying the lead weight in my hand.
The detector goes off again and this time it is a huge brass coupler.
So the weight finally ends up in the pouch after all and I shut the detector off and trudge the last hundred yards still tossing the brass pipe ahead of me.
Once the exit point is reached my only recourse is to start tossing the big stuff up top before hauling my sorry but up the hill with the rest of my gear.
I nearly had a heart attach when the lead ball came rolling and bounding back down and ran into the CTX coil.
Luckily it was just a glancing blow and no damage was done.
Here is everything that came up the hill with me.
Whenever an item comes out of saltwater covered in a thick black crust there is hope that it just might be silver.
This day it was fifty/fifty. the first find was the shiny fork.
And boy did it look good when the tumbler was cleaned later that night. Sadly it is just silver plated though.
This was the other silver hopeful, and it turned out to be a George 6th quarter.
Later that night it was off to the third meeting of the newly formed Victoria metal detecting club.
After which I stopped on the way home to swing the coil while there was still some daylight.
45 minutes of swing time was all that was needed to pay the daily gas bill and put a couple of keepers in the pouch. You all know that addiction is a bitch, and yes I headed back out there on Friday once again.
The finds were not as plentiful on Friday.
The pouch was already almost full of brass and lead when a 5 pound lead weight decided to reveal itself.
I initially walked it up to the high tide line and continued hunting.
Yah I should know better but when you are addicted what can you do.
The point was finally reached where getting back to my escape route was a necessity.
So here I am, carrying the scoop and the weight in one hand and the detector in the other and the detector goes off.
It is a length of brass pipe.
OK, I start tossing the pipe ahead of me and keep on trudging alone still carrying the lead weight in my hand.
The detector goes off again and this time it is a huge brass coupler.
So the weight finally ends up in the pouch after all and I shut the detector off and trudge the last hundred yards still tossing the brass pipe ahead of me.
Once the exit point is reached my only recourse is to start tossing the big stuff up top before hauling my sorry but up the hill with the rest of my gear.
I nearly had a heart attach when the lead ball came rolling and bounding back down and ran into the CTX coil.
Luckily it was just a glancing blow and no damage was done.
Here is everything that came up the hill with me.
Whenever an item comes out of saltwater covered in a thick black crust there is hope that it just might be silver.
This day it was fifty/fifty. the first find was the shiny fork.
And boy did it look good when the tumbler was cleaned later that night. Sadly it is just silver plated though.
This was the other silver hopeful, and it turned out to be a George 6th quarter.
Later that night it was off to the third meeting of the newly formed Victoria metal detecting club.
After which I stopped on the way home to swing the coil while there was still some daylight.
45 minutes of swing time was all that was needed to pay the daily gas bill and put a couple of keepers in the pouch. You all know that addiction is a bitch, and yes I headed back out there on Friday once again.
The finds were not as plentiful on Friday.
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