I joined Treasurenet to tell some of my story and try to get help. I recieved a number of replies, both on the thread and thru PM (personal messages). Some of the replies were negative and some were supportive. A TN member told some of my story to an investor. The investor contacted me and asked me a lot of questions as to why I thought I knew the locations of some pirate chests. I told him just about everything I knew and he seemed satisfied with my answers. That was 5 days ago.
He sent me a contract that was between his group, the property owners and myself. I met with my lawyer and he approved it. The investor planned to hire a professional metal detectorist to determine if there was anything worth digging up. Things moved very fast and I met the property owner and the detectorist (I think that is a word) yesterday at 7 a.m. at the digsite. He had equipment that cost a lot of money and I think he charged a lot of money. He travels the world doing this. After 3 hours or so the detectorist came to the conclusion that there were possibly chests buried in the past but they are no longer there.
The investor had flown in the day before and showed up at noon. He was dissappointed in the outcome and I have a feeling he may not have been impressed with me. I had some other locations that I wanted to share with him but I think he had lost faith in me. We parted ways and I went home. This would be the end of a dig like this for some people, but not me.
I first became involved in this site in 1987. An 87 year old dowser had told me about the chests and I immediately became somewhat obsessed with trying to dig them up. I had lined up a proffesional digging crew to do the excavating, but they backed out at the last minute. I rented a backhoe and tried to do it myself. I tore up a huge commercial septic system and could not get to the chests. I dug a pretty deep hole which is hard to do in Florida as the water table is usually near the surface. I had a pump running to keep the water out of the hole.
I had to rebuild the septic system with only help from my wife. The guys who helped me during the dig decided they were too busy to help even though they had said they would. I had to borrow the money from my mother to pay for all the gravel, sand, pipes, mesh, backhoe re-rental etc, to fix everything. This dig and the lack of finding anything caused most of my friends and all of my relatives to lose any faith they had in me or my treasure story. I was absolutely convinced that there was at least one chest on this property but I did not know what to do next.
I decided to go and get the dowser, who lived 600 miles from my home, and drive him anywhere he wanted to go. Over the course of about 5 years I took him on many trips going as far south as Alligator Alley and as far north as Pennsylvania. We had many adventures. He had 35 years worth of dowsing stories to tell me. When I met him he was suffering from pancreatic cancer. With the help of medication and being able to look forward to our trips together he was able to keep going.
I wanted to be able to find the chest for him before he died. I believe that he found many things for people, some very valuable and some not. We rarely got the chance to do any serious digging as he would not do anything without property owners permission which is not that easy to get. I will not go into any detail at this time about the other treasures other than to say we met because of the U-853.
In 1992 we attempted to dig up the chest by hand digging and laying a concrete block well down to the chest. We got as far as 15 feet and then the well got hung up on a mud hog hose that we could not pull out of the ground from the first dig. The well would fill up with water from the septic system and I ended up scuba diving in it. My hands, eyes, and ears became infected. Almost everyone involved felt we should give up. I was determined to keep going but we were run off by Hurricane Andrew. A week later the county told me we had to fill the well in.
The story could have ended there. I am sure that the serious treasure hunters that might read this will understand being obsessed with a particular treasure and not being able to give up. People will think your crazy and maybe you are.
The old dowser died shortly after this dig. His family told me that our adventures added years to his life. I have always felt bad that I let him down. He was willing to share much knowledge about life, dowsing and his many treasure stories while we drove thousands upom thousands of miles together.
Twenty years have now passed. There have been new dowsers and new adventures. I still have not found my treasure. I will blame it all on myself. I think the treasures are waiting to be found.
I have kept myself busy with many other hobbies, inventions, great ideas (or so I thought) but treasure is always on my mind. I think about it off and on everyday. I would have to say it has just about driven me crazy. I am absolutely convinced that I know the location of hundreds of millions in gold, diamonds and silver. At the same time I can hardly keep up with my bills and have just about pissed off my wife of 36 years to the breaking point. The saving grace is that she believes in the treasures too. Maybe that has not been a good thing. Either way we our still together.
A year ago I put most of my stories together and am planning to put it out as an E-book. I have pictures and videos of all the best stuff. I think it would make a wonderful and inspiring story for the kids of today.
I am looking for anyone that thinks they have a proven dowser that they completely believe in to put in their two cents on the pirate chests dig. I will send the right people a photo to dowse or if they are willing to come to south Florida I will take them to the chest site. I have permission from the owners to attempt to dig up any and all chests.
If someone wants to back this whole adventure you can PM for more details.
Just so you will understand my obsession I have to explain something. Around 1983-1984, before I knew him, the dowser that I took to all those places stood on the bow of one of Mel Fisher's boats, swung his pendulum and led them to the pile of gold from the Atocha. Hard to believe but true.
I know I should probably give up on this dig as the proffessional metal detectorist says there are no chests there. I have had at least 14 dowsers tell me that the chest and maybe others are still there. Maybe we are all wrong. Should I give up? What would you do? The first picture is from the first dig. That is the dowser pointing his pendulum towards where he says the chest is. The second picture is the hand dug well.
He sent me a contract that was between his group, the property owners and myself. I met with my lawyer and he approved it. The investor planned to hire a professional metal detectorist to determine if there was anything worth digging up. Things moved very fast and I met the property owner and the detectorist (I think that is a word) yesterday at 7 a.m. at the digsite. He had equipment that cost a lot of money and I think he charged a lot of money. He travels the world doing this. After 3 hours or so the detectorist came to the conclusion that there were possibly chests buried in the past but they are no longer there.
The investor had flown in the day before and showed up at noon. He was dissappointed in the outcome and I have a feeling he may not have been impressed with me. I had some other locations that I wanted to share with him but I think he had lost faith in me. We parted ways and I went home. This would be the end of a dig like this for some people, but not me.
I first became involved in this site in 1987. An 87 year old dowser had told me about the chests and I immediately became somewhat obsessed with trying to dig them up. I had lined up a proffesional digging crew to do the excavating, but they backed out at the last minute. I rented a backhoe and tried to do it myself. I tore up a huge commercial septic system and could not get to the chests. I dug a pretty deep hole which is hard to do in Florida as the water table is usually near the surface. I had a pump running to keep the water out of the hole.
I had to rebuild the septic system with only help from my wife. The guys who helped me during the dig decided they were too busy to help even though they had said they would. I had to borrow the money from my mother to pay for all the gravel, sand, pipes, mesh, backhoe re-rental etc, to fix everything. This dig and the lack of finding anything caused most of my friends and all of my relatives to lose any faith they had in me or my treasure story. I was absolutely convinced that there was at least one chest on this property but I did not know what to do next.
I decided to go and get the dowser, who lived 600 miles from my home, and drive him anywhere he wanted to go. Over the course of about 5 years I took him on many trips going as far south as Alligator Alley and as far north as Pennsylvania. We had many adventures. He had 35 years worth of dowsing stories to tell me. When I met him he was suffering from pancreatic cancer. With the help of medication and being able to look forward to our trips together he was able to keep going.
I wanted to be able to find the chest for him before he died. I believe that he found many things for people, some very valuable and some not. We rarely got the chance to do any serious digging as he would not do anything without property owners permission which is not that easy to get. I will not go into any detail at this time about the other treasures other than to say we met because of the U-853.
In 1992 we attempted to dig up the chest by hand digging and laying a concrete block well down to the chest. We got as far as 15 feet and then the well got hung up on a mud hog hose that we could not pull out of the ground from the first dig. The well would fill up with water from the septic system and I ended up scuba diving in it. My hands, eyes, and ears became infected. Almost everyone involved felt we should give up. I was determined to keep going but we were run off by Hurricane Andrew. A week later the county told me we had to fill the well in.
The story could have ended there. I am sure that the serious treasure hunters that might read this will understand being obsessed with a particular treasure and not being able to give up. People will think your crazy and maybe you are.
The old dowser died shortly after this dig. His family told me that our adventures added years to his life. I have always felt bad that I let him down. He was willing to share much knowledge about life, dowsing and his many treasure stories while we drove thousands upom thousands of miles together.
Twenty years have now passed. There have been new dowsers and new adventures. I still have not found my treasure. I will blame it all on myself. I think the treasures are waiting to be found.
I have kept myself busy with many other hobbies, inventions, great ideas (or so I thought) but treasure is always on my mind. I think about it off and on everyday. I would have to say it has just about driven me crazy. I am absolutely convinced that I know the location of hundreds of millions in gold, diamonds and silver. At the same time I can hardly keep up with my bills and have just about pissed off my wife of 36 years to the breaking point. The saving grace is that she believes in the treasures too. Maybe that has not been a good thing. Either way we our still together.
A year ago I put most of my stories together and am planning to put it out as an E-book. I have pictures and videos of all the best stuff. I think it would make a wonderful and inspiring story for the kids of today.
I am looking for anyone that thinks they have a proven dowser that they completely believe in to put in their two cents on the pirate chests dig. I will send the right people a photo to dowse or if they are willing to come to south Florida I will take them to the chest site. I have permission from the owners to attempt to dig up any and all chests.
If someone wants to back this whole adventure you can PM for more details.
Just so you will understand my obsession I have to explain something. Around 1983-1984, before I knew him, the dowser that I took to all those places stood on the bow of one of Mel Fisher's boats, swung his pendulum and led them to the pile of gold from the Atocha. Hard to believe but true.
I know I should probably give up on this dig as the proffessional metal detectorist says there are no chests there. I have had at least 14 dowsers tell me that the chest and maybe others are still there. Maybe we are all wrong. Should I give up? What would you do? The first picture is from the first dig. That is the dowser pointing his pendulum towards where he says the chest is. The second picture is the hand dug well.
in oct f 1817 he sold 95 slaves taken of a spanish slaving vessel one of his pirate captains captured to william bowden of georgia for $60,000 at amelia island --in dec of 1817 us military force captured him on amelia island * --the money was not found on his vessel nor upon his person -- since he had total control of the island and everything on it --he had nothing to "spend" money on especially not to the tune of $1,000 a day (in 1817 thats a butt load of money)and thats how much he would have had to spend to get rid of the $60,000 dollars in about two months time.--these funds actually existed to according to historical court records -- the court fight that occured when the us (georgia) military took the slaves away from bowden as "illegally" smuggled in african slaves --there was a 1803 law passed in america that prohibted any farther importation of slaves from africa into the USA * --current slaves imported before 1803 and their off spring could be dealt in but no "new slaves" were to be obtained from africa * -- bowden was in "western florida" at the time of the slaves capture by georgia military forces and tried to say he was never going to bring them into the usa and that he bought the slaves off of luis aury at a "legal sale" on amelia island that aury had via his letter of marquee issued ny mexico and venazula to conduct war upon the spanish--the US georgia courts held that aurys letters of marquee were not valid thus bowden had "no legal claim of ownership"--the original spanish ship owner who owned both the ship and the 95 slaves that aury captured also sued the state of georgia for failing to return "his" property to him upon discovery --the govenor of georgia had sold some of the 95 slaves and kept some of them , and freed others --the spanish slave ship owner said they had no right to deal with "his property" and that once duiscovered , they should have been returned to him.
