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Ok, here's more of the story. I was after a treasure from a German sub. The U-853. I had a friend who had a first-hand account about the treasure from the sub. Thats's a whole nother story. In the process I heard about an old man from North Carolina that was also after the sub treasure. I ended up getting his name and where he lived. I called him. He was dying of pancreatic cancer. He had been dowsing for over 35 years and had found many things for many people. I have those stories. He said he knew where a pirate chest was in Englewood Florida. Thats not far from where I lived. My wife and I drove all night to N.C. as soon as I got off the phone with him. We hit it off. I told him I would come back the next week and bring him to Florida. I told him I would take him anywhere he wanted to go. He could show me where the treasures were and if we could we would try to dig them up. On the way to Florida we stopped at a number of places that his pendulum led him to. He had already marked them ahead of time on some road atlases. It all seemed a little crazy but I gave him the benifit of the doubt. For instance, he would tell me up ahead a mile or so would be where he felt the gold was. He would point off the road down an old abandoned driveway and then lead me to some bushes. He would point into the bushes and tell me it read for gold. After looking into the bushes I would find the old stone foundation of a house. As we did not have permission and we were basically tresspassing I did not want to dig. We eventually made it to my house in Florida. He needed to get his prescription filled so I had to take him into town. There was a place that I had always heard from the time I was a kid that was a old pirate camp. When we were about a half mile away I told him to get out his pendulum and see if he got a reading. He began swinging it in front of him and said he felt a strong pull. As we drove on the highway and got closer he started swinging it to the left in the direction of the camp. As we passed by it he was swinging his pendulum directly at the camp. He said it was a very strong reading. It was almost dark and I told him I would take him to the location the next day. When I took him there he led me right over to a spot and said he got a very strong signal. He drew out the outline of the area on the ground. It was about 10 foot by 10 foot. He always had a bag with him that had about 2 dozen different objects on strings. He would use them to try to tell what the exact treasure was. He used a gold filled brass tube as his normal pendulum. He had one that was full of silver. He said the ground was full of silver. He carried some wire with him that he would get bouncing and somehow or another he would use it to figure out the depth of the object. He said it was just a few feet down. The ground was as hard as a rock. The area is called Rocky Bluff because a lot of the surface is covered with exsposed limestone. I know this all sounds crazy and maybe it is a little crazy. We did not do any digging. It was on state land. At the time I was more interested in getting him to show me the location of the chest in Englewood. At this point in the story I will go forward a couple of years. Someone told me of a couple of guys who had very high tech special metal detecting type equipment. I had not met them and told them to meet me at the location of the pirate camp. I told them to use their stuff and see what they came up with. I won't go into all the details of what they did but when they were done they pointed to an area on the ground and said that there was a great big pile of silver. It was exactly where the old man said it was. This was over 20 years ago and the price of silver was very low. They tried to put a shovel in the ground and could not because of the limestone. We ended up doing some other things together. They did not beleive in dowsing. I got them to come up with some ways to test the old man without him knowing he was being tested. He passed all their tests. In fact they had to completely change their way of thinking. I will now skip forward 20 plus years. There is WAY more to this whole story. I joined TN in March. I told some of my story. Some people called me a liar and some people took me seriously. I am not going to go into any more detail of what happened next. Let's put it this way. I have not done anything illegal. Here are the facts. There is a large pile of heavy non-ferous metal no more than 5 feet deep right in the middle of a known pirate camp. I will not stop in my quest until it is brought out of the ground. Do I know for a fact that it is silver? No, heck it might be gold or a combination of gold and silver. Could it be lead? Yes. Brass, maybe. What I beleive happened is that the pirates found a spot where they could dig under the limestone layer and stuffed the silver into an area that they dug out. That way no one could dig down and find it. I am still not telling all of the story. You can choose to beleive what I am saying or not. I took the old man on numerous trips back in 1987 over the next five years until 1992. His family told me that my taking him on these trips helped extend his life before he finally died from the cancer. I took him from as far south as Alligator Alley to as far north as northern Pennsylvania. He showed me the location of a cave full of gold in northern Georgia (I could not find the entrance but we were over the top). A spot where a wagon load of gold was buried near Dalonega Georgia. Pots of gold along a railroad track in central North Carolina. The location of the Beale treasure. A pirate chest location on the bank of the Cape Fear river. Sunken ships in the Gulf of Mexico. Saddlebags full of gold next to a road in Georgia. A 55 gallon drum full of silver dollars in northern Pennsylvania. There are dozens of more locations. I know that I will never be able to figure out how to get back to some of them as this was long before GPS devices were in use by the public. I know you will ask why I have never dug something up. I have hours upon hours of video of what happened. I know for a FACT that the old man was for real. I hope to be trying to dig up the silver soon. My contact at the DOT told me today that I need to be patient. As it was in 1987 that the old man first showed me the location I guess I can wait a little longer. My wife just told me there is a tornado is heading our way. Goodbye.
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