artemis moon
Hero Member
- Jun 1, 2007
- 873
- 149
- Detector(s) used
- Minelab Safari
ProPointer
- Primary Interest:
- Metal Detecting
We've had our eyes on a grand 1840ish farmhouse with the biggest barn I've ever seen..it's in a great spot, as the railroad used to pass right through the property carrying passengers from Chicago to the resorts on the lake, and it was a golf club in the 20's. It's a bit ramshackle and in great need of a paint job these days.
Last evening, we finally got the courage to drive up there and ring the bell. I saw that the bell really was a bell..a large cow bell was mounted up high with a rusted chain. I gave it a pull and the chain fell off in my hand. Great start. Just as I was about to give up, a car pulled into the driveway. It was the daughter of the owner. I explained that hubby and I were history buffs and we would like to detect on the property. She invited us to sit on the patio and chat then went in the house and came out with some popsicles. Now for the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me in a long time. The patio chairs were 50's era webbed aluminum numbers and I gingerly perched on it and the material let go...I ended up in a rather awkward position. Great start. After apologizing profusely and getting a more sturdy looking chair (I'm REALLY not that heavy-the chair was in REALLY bad shape
)We sat and listened to her as she lectured us about the history of the town, house and property--how when she was a kid in the 50's, she remembers people driving out to the country and parking their model T's "right there" to picnic on the property. At this point, hubby and I were both salivating. She took us on a tour of the property. Every time we would gently broach the subject of us actually detecting, she would say something like, "I really don't think there's anything here." or "this is very hard ground." Eventually it came out that her dad is somewhat of an eccentric and not very sociable. (translation: Mad as a hatter and a hermit to boot)We ended up thanking her for her time and ice cream and leaving our phone numbers. I think if dad is an eccentric as she lead us to believe, maybe he's got a few caches buried on the property. We were there for about an hour and a half with nothing to show for it ![:-\](https://www.treasurenet.com/smilies/undecided.gif "Undecided :-\")
n(well, we did learn a few things)
With very little daylight left, we went to the site where they hold the rodeo every year. We didn't have much time, but managed to pull up about $2.00 in clad and got an invitation from the owner to come back to search for his father's gold ring that he "borrowed" and lost as a teenager in the 60's. Another adventure.
Yes, this is an interesting hobby
Last evening, we finally got the courage to drive up there and ring the bell. I saw that the bell really was a bell..a large cow bell was mounted up high with a rusted chain. I gave it a pull and the chain fell off in my hand. Great start. Just as I was about to give up, a car pulled into the driveway. It was the daughter of the owner. I explained that hubby and I were history buffs and we would like to detect on the property. She invited us to sit on the patio and chat then went in the house and came out with some popsicles. Now for the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me in a long time. The patio chairs were 50's era webbed aluminum numbers and I gingerly perched on it and the material let go...I ended up in a rather awkward position. Great start. After apologizing profusely and getting a more sturdy looking chair (I'm REALLY not that heavy-the chair was in REALLY bad shape
)We sat and listened to her as she lectured us about the history of the town, house and property--how when she was a kid in the 50's, she remembers people driving out to the country and parking their model T's "right there" to picnic on the property. At this point, hubby and I were both salivating. She took us on a tour of the property. Every time we would gently broach the subject of us actually detecting, she would say something like, "I really don't think there's anything here." or "this is very hard ground." Eventually it came out that her dad is somewhat of an eccentric and not very sociable. (translation: Mad as a hatter and a hermit to boot)We ended up thanking her for her time and ice cream and leaving our phone numbers. I think if dad is an eccentric as she lead us to believe, maybe he's got a few caches buried on the property. We were there for about an hour and a half with nothing to show for it n(well, we did learn a few things)With very little daylight left, we went to the site where they hold the rodeo every year. We didn't have much time, but managed to pull up about $2.00 in clad and got an invitation from the owner to come back to search for his father's gold ring that he "borrowed" and lost as a teenager in the 60's. Another adventure.
Yes, this is an interesting hobby
