Junkophile
Jr. Member
My name is Art and I'm a closet treasurolic. It all started when as a child I found some old treasure hunting magazines in my dad's stack of True West magazines. Hooked I then aquired a copy of Jack Lewis's Treasure Hunters Digest at the tender age of eight. Soon I even experminted with cheap imported metal detectors in the late '70's and early '80's. I struggled with this addiction until puberity hit and I thought I was over it. Sadly while in the Navy in the early '90s I discovered Clive Cussler novels and slowly this insanity returned.
Coming back home to Texas, I would suffer relapses and find myself searching for valuables. I found fossils in central Texas, flint points in southwest Texas, old bottles in my native south Texas. Working construction my eyes were always peeled for signs in the dirt. Black ash from trash burning, distubed soiled that may indicate the location of an outhouse or trash pits.
I also found myself at garage sales, flea markets, estate auctions and on Ebay looking for old books, magazines, fishing reels and whatever else caught my intrest. I have National Geographics dating back to 1917, Books on explorers, big game hunters and of course treasure hunters dating to the 1920's. I even found myself collecting scrab beetles native to Texas.
I've grown tired of restraining myself. Today I ordered a Garrett ACE 250. I decided to embrace my madness. I have plotted out areas that may produce results, my blood is tingling as I await the arrival of my new MD. Years from now if you run across a tall, slim fella with white goatee, smoking a pipe, wearing khakis and sporting MilSup web gear with an entrenching tool and machete, It might be me or some other escaped lunitic.
All fun aside, I'm looking forward to a new hobby and I hope to be an asset to this forum as I learn the paces of MDing. I just hope ya'll have a sense of humor.
Thank you.
Coming back home to Texas, I would suffer relapses and find myself searching for valuables. I found fossils in central Texas, flint points in southwest Texas, old bottles in my native south Texas. Working construction my eyes were always peeled for signs in the dirt. Black ash from trash burning, distubed soiled that may indicate the location of an outhouse or trash pits.
I also found myself at garage sales, flea markets, estate auctions and on Ebay looking for old books, magazines, fishing reels and whatever else caught my intrest. I have National Geographics dating back to 1917, Books on explorers, big game hunters and of course treasure hunters dating to the 1920's. I even found myself collecting scrab beetles native to Texas.
I've grown tired of restraining myself. Today I ordered a Garrett ACE 250. I decided to embrace my madness. I have plotted out areas that may produce results, my blood is tingling as I await the arrival of my new MD. Years from now if you run across a tall, slim fella with white goatee, smoking a pipe, wearing khakis and sporting MilSup web gear with an entrenching tool and machete, It might be me or some other escaped lunitic.
All fun aside, I'm looking forward to a new hobby and I hope to be an asset to this forum as I learn the paces of MDing. I just hope ya'll have a sense of humor.
Thank you.
....Excellent story 
Welcome to the forum and looking forward to your posts and finds.
