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Give a little and take a little.
Isn't that what live is really all about.
This week my place was raided.
Yup.
Someone came into my back yard a scoffed a bunch of my brass bits.
Luckily I was able to get a picture of the culprits.
Say hello to Teresa and Judy.
Teresa makes jewelry out of metal detecting finds.
It is what she calls "upcycling".
And when she found out that I would be moving she asked if it would be possible to rummage through my castoffs before the recyclers got a hold of it all.
Now Teresa knew that I do not wear jewelry so guess what she did.
In payment for the supplies she grabbed Teresa made me a key fob with an old cufflink as the centerpiece.
I was not going to take any money for the brass but this I gladly accepted.
Most of this weeks detecting time has been walking the beaches at low tide.
However I did manage one evening park hunt.
The 28 penny is the obvious park find.
Also found there was the silver earring, the pocketknife and about $5.
Everything else came from the saltchuck.
Most of use complain about our modern coins.
Especially the zincoids that were thrust upon us to replace the copper penny.
Look what saltwater does to those zincoids.
I think that all of you would be hard pressed to recognize the steel penny if you didn't see it this way.
After being raided for my brass I felt the need to refill my bins.
So with the tides being just right there is no place like the Gorge when you need brass.
Lots and lots of brass.
A smattering of copper and a crap load of lead.
Eric damn near killed me on Sunday.
He was walking the shoreline just ahead of me.
I saw him turn around with an evil grin on his face and say "I found a cannon ball and its yours to take home"
Did I say evil grin? I think that when you throw in the maniacal chuckle he added as he walked away was a hint of what I was in for.
He left not long after that and I stuck around to meet a newbie who needed a little guidance.
At the end of the 5 hour day my pouch held five or six pounds of stuff.
I was covered in mud, had my detector and scoop in one hand and that 25
pound lead ball in the other.
Well Eric gave and I took, but it damn near killed me getting back to my car.
There was one oopsie this week.
I will not tease you folks to try and make it out with the long shot in-situ.
Here is the closeup version.
Sadly this did not even make it into my pouch before it snapped in half.
Isn't that what live is really all about.
This week my place was raided.
Yup.
Someone came into my back yard a scoffed a bunch of my brass bits.
Luckily I was able to get a picture of the culprits.
Say hello to Teresa and Judy.
Teresa makes jewelry out of metal detecting finds.
It is what she calls "upcycling".
And when she found out that I would be moving she asked if it would be possible to rummage through my castoffs before the recyclers got a hold of it all.
Now Teresa knew that I do not wear jewelry so guess what she did.
In payment for the supplies she grabbed Teresa made me a key fob with an old cufflink as the centerpiece.
I was not going to take any money for the brass but this I gladly accepted.
Most of this weeks detecting time has been walking the beaches at low tide.
However I did manage one evening park hunt.
The 28 penny is the obvious park find.
Also found there was the silver earring, the pocketknife and about $5.
Everything else came from the saltchuck.
Most of use complain about our modern coins.
Especially the zincoids that were thrust upon us to replace the copper penny.
Look what saltwater does to those zincoids.
I think that all of you would be hard pressed to recognize the steel penny if you didn't see it this way.
After being raided for my brass I felt the need to refill my bins.
So with the tides being just right there is no place like the Gorge when you need brass.
Lots and lots of brass.
A smattering of copper and a crap load of lead.
Eric damn near killed me on Sunday.
He was walking the shoreline just ahead of me.
I saw him turn around with an evil grin on his face and say "I found a cannon ball and its yours to take home"
Did I say evil grin? I think that when you throw in the maniacal chuckle he added as he walked away was a hint of what I was in for.
He left not long after that and I stuck around to meet a newbie who needed a little guidance.
At the end of the 5 hour day my pouch held five or six pounds of stuff.
I was covered in mud, had my detector and scoop in one hand and that 25
pound lead ball in the other.Well Eric gave and I took, but it damn near killed me getting back to my car.
There was one oopsie this week.
I will not tease you folks to try and make it out with the long shot in-situ.
Here is the closeup version.
Sadly this did not even make it into my pouch before it snapped in half.
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