goldnow
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- Apr 10, 2008
- 386
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- Tesoro Vaquero
First Post..Some of My Experiences & Finds
Hello Everyone..I have been reading "Today's Finds" daily, with great envy for a few months now.
I bought a White's Surf Pro PI 10 years ago, and left the US and went and hit the beaches of Bali, Thailand and India for a few years. I supplemented my travel expenses with my detecting , and in especially Bali, I paid for my lifestyle, with gold rings, gold necklaces, and spendable coins, nothing historic, except thousands of those brass Chinese coins with the square holes in them, that the Balinese throw into the ocean for some ceremonies.
The only real problem of metal detecting on these virgin beaches, (the lack of any competition, not the girls), is that the local kids would gather around you, and I would have 20 "helpers" to help dig, even if I went out at 5 in the morning. I even got a few jobs from the five star hotels to help find one of their guest's lost diamond ring, etc. for 10-20% of value, gaining me $500 in 20 minutes work, enough for a month's living in Bali at the time.
After a few years of this fantasy lifestyle, I met my wife on an Indian Beach, and I moved to Italy with her. Her house is a 200 year old stone roofed, 3 story job, without a road to it and in the mountains, surrounded with an abandoned vineyard. The only other house nearby is 400 years old, and the owners hadn't live there for 30 years, and my wife was the caretaker....I thought I was in heaven...10 acres, of untouched history waiting for me a few inches under the surface. No need for permission, and years of search ahead without another person for miles. The Nazis were here in our house, the Romans were everywhere nearby, the stone path was built 1000 years ago..There was an old abandoned gold mine across the valley. Hanibal rode his elephants a few kilometers away 1500 years ago, and there was more information about history to make any metal detector's mouth drool.
I take my trusty White's PI out and start at the front door, hit, hit, hit, hit! Every 3 inches, endlessly, in every direction, it doesn't stop, ever, even when I get 100 feet from the door, around the house, in the garden, and in the vineyard area. I started digging , where I would expect the spills would be..iron, iron, iron, and more rust. My wife comes home, and starts screaming, "Da Lawn! Da Lawn!", like that little guy on Fantasy Island, "Da Plane! Da Plane!". I do a spin to look around and I must have had 50 holes, with nothing to show for it, but forged nails, rust covered old tool parts, and an aching back. I thought my discoveries were great, the wife had a different point of view.
After a few more multi hour sessions, I realized that for up to 8" down and as far as you can see, there is a blanket of iron scrap under the grass, and no way to distinguish it from something of a wee bit more importance using my ever faithful on the beach, White's PI. I let her sit there in the corner, gleaming her bright yellow color for years at me, and her begging to lets go out and take another go, while the earphones were sporting cobwebs, until someone offered 400 Euros for her. I let her go grudgingly, knowing that there is no way that there is some treasure just a few inches away waiting for me, but I just can't stand to look at another rusty nail. I hope I can find some sympathy and understanding from you guys on this.
I know, I have to buy a discriminating machine, but since I have been out of the market, and have not kept up with all the new innovations and improvements, I have no idea which machine I need for this special circumstance. I don't mind a little trash, but come on, this is ridiculous, every few inches, and forever?
Below are a few pics of the "better" finds, at least somewhat recognizable, and some small portion of the 16-1800's nails, some are 12" long, and a pic of a piece of the barn, with the hand-hewn granite pillars that once held up the old canopy type vineyard.
May all your days end in golden sunshine.
Hello Everyone..I have been reading "Today's Finds" daily, with great envy for a few months now.
I bought a White's Surf Pro PI 10 years ago, and left the US and went and hit the beaches of Bali, Thailand and India for a few years. I supplemented my travel expenses with my detecting , and in especially Bali, I paid for my lifestyle, with gold rings, gold necklaces, and spendable coins, nothing historic, except thousands of those brass Chinese coins with the square holes in them, that the Balinese throw into the ocean for some ceremonies.
The only real problem of metal detecting on these virgin beaches, (the lack of any competition, not the girls), is that the local kids would gather around you, and I would have 20 "helpers" to help dig, even if I went out at 5 in the morning. I even got a few jobs from the five star hotels to help find one of their guest's lost diamond ring, etc. for 10-20% of value, gaining me $500 in 20 minutes work, enough for a month's living in Bali at the time.
After a few years of this fantasy lifestyle, I met my wife on an Indian Beach, and I moved to Italy with her. Her house is a 200 year old stone roofed, 3 story job, without a road to it and in the mountains, surrounded with an abandoned vineyard. The only other house nearby is 400 years old, and the owners hadn't live there for 30 years, and my wife was the caretaker....I thought I was in heaven...10 acres, of untouched history waiting for me a few inches under the surface. No need for permission, and years of search ahead without another person for miles. The Nazis were here in our house, the Romans were everywhere nearby, the stone path was built 1000 years ago..There was an old abandoned gold mine across the valley. Hanibal rode his elephants a few kilometers away 1500 years ago, and there was more information about history to make any metal detector's mouth drool.
I take my trusty White's PI out and start at the front door, hit, hit, hit, hit! Every 3 inches, endlessly, in every direction, it doesn't stop, ever, even when I get 100 feet from the door, around the house, in the garden, and in the vineyard area. I started digging , where I would expect the spills would be..iron, iron, iron, and more rust. My wife comes home, and starts screaming, "Da Lawn! Da Lawn!", like that little guy on Fantasy Island, "Da Plane! Da Plane!". I do a spin to look around and I must have had 50 holes, with nothing to show for it, but forged nails, rust covered old tool parts, and an aching back. I thought my discoveries were great, the wife had a different point of view.
After a few more multi hour sessions, I realized that for up to 8" down and as far as you can see, there is a blanket of iron scrap under the grass, and no way to distinguish it from something of a wee bit more importance using my ever faithful on the beach, White's PI. I let her sit there in the corner, gleaming her bright yellow color for years at me, and her begging to lets go out and take another go, while the earphones were sporting cobwebs, until someone offered 400 Euros for her. I let her go grudgingly, knowing that there is no way that there is some treasure just a few inches away waiting for me, but I just can't stand to look at another rusty nail. I hope I can find some sympathy and understanding from you guys on this.
I know, I have to buy a discriminating machine, but since I have been out of the market, and have not kept up with all the new innovations and improvements, I have no idea which machine I need for this special circumstance. I don't mind a little trash, but come on, this is ridiculous, every few inches, and forever?
Below are a few pics of the "better" finds, at least somewhat recognizable, and some small portion of the 16-1800's nails, some are 12" long, and a pic of a piece of the barn, with the hand-hewn granite pillars that once held up the old canopy type vineyard.
May all your days end in golden sunshine.
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