GoDeep
Bronze Member
- Nov 12, 2016
- 2,120
- 4,516
- Detector(s) used
- Whites, Garrett, Minelab
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
I've been detecting for 10 years now and had my first run in with the Law this past summer. I was detecting an old school playground and ball/play field where I used to go to school as a child. It opened in the 1800's and closed in the 1990's and the city just took over the playground/field and people walk their dogs and kids play there.
It's in a very remote small town, population 400 or so. I've been detecting it now for several years, a couple of times per year. I haven't found much, several Wheaties, A couple of Silvers and the usual kids toys, rings etc. I assume it's been detected before, but I love it because it's several acres and I can literally hunt all day and never see another person. It brings me much peace.
This past summer, I had been detecting for a couple of hours at that point and decided to go look into the windows of the school (something I've done many times over the years). The school sits on the edge of the play field. It's satisfying, but sad at the same time to see the ceilings falling in and the plaster coming off the walls and the brick falling away from the exterior walls. I try to remember back to when I was a kid and what room im looking at and I can picture it as it was when I was a kid sitting there in class or in the lunchroom or on the playground.
About 20 minutes later, I was standing back in the field I was detecting, on the phone with my daughter. My detector was sitting bolt upright on the coil a few feet from me. I wasn't paying much attention, but out of my peripheral vision, about 20 yards away on a dead end street next to the school, I see a Sherriff's SUV pull up and I look up to a very stern looking, burly mid-age officer looking at me through his drawn down window.
I tell my daughter I have to go and I walk over to his SUV. In the most friendly voice I can muster I greet him and he asks me what I am doing. I replied that I was metal detecting and had metal detected there several times before. I added to my reply in hopes of gaining a bit of trust, that this was my school I went to as a child. He just looked at me for a moment and said, "I went to this school too and I think I recognize you!" and I reply back, "Yeah, you look familiar too. What year did you graduate and he said 1989 and I said 1988" and at that moment I realized who he was and he realized who I was. Since we were a grade apart, we didn't hang out, but being a small school, you know most everybody within a year or two of you.
After our mutual discovery, his whole mood and affect changed. Sensing this, I said, "someone called you on me, didn't they" Yeah, he said, we get a lot of calls and theres been a lot of vandalism to the school over the years with people breaking in and what not. He asked me what I was finding and I told him and we parted ways with him telling me good luck detecting!
Here it is back in the early 1900's, notice how there is a old car in there mixed in with the horse and buggy:
It's in a very remote small town, population 400 or so. I've been detecting it now for several years, a couple of times per year. I haven't found much, several Wheaties, A couple of Silvers and the usual kids toys, rings etc. I assume it's been detected before, but I love it because it's several acres and I can literally hunt all day and never see another person. It brings me much peace.
This past summer, I had been detecting for a couple of hours at that point and decided to go look into the windows of the school (something I've done many times over the years). The school sits on the edge of the play field. It's satisfying, but sad at the same time to see the ceilings falling in and the plaster coming off the walls and the brick falling away from the exterior walls. I try to remember back to when I was a kid and what room im looking at and I can picture it as it was when I was a kid sitting there in class or in the lunchroom or on the playground.
About 20 minutes later, I was standing back in the field I was detecting, on the phone with my daughter. My detector was sitting bolt upright on the coil a few feet from me. I wasn't paying much attention, but out of my peripheral vision, about 20 yards away on a dead end street next to the school, I see a Sherriff's SUV pull up and I look up to a very stern looking, burly mid-age officer looking at me through his drawn down window.
I tell my daughter I have to go and I walk over to his SUV. In the most friendly voice I can muster I greet him and he asks me what I am doing. I replied that I was metal detecting and had metal detected there several times before. I added to my reply in hopes of gaining a bit of trust, that this was my school I went to as a child. He just looked at me for a moment and said, "I went to this school too and I think I recognize you!" and I reply back, "Yeah, you look familiar too. What year did you graduate and he said 1989 and I said 1988" and at that moment I realized who he was and he realized who I was. Since we were a grade apart, we didn't hang out, but being a small school, you know most everybody within a year or two of you.
After our mutual discovery, his whole mood and affect changed. Sensing this, I said, "someone called you on me, didn't they" Yeah, he said, we get a lot of calls and theres been a lot of vandalism to the school over the years with people breaking in and what not. He asked me what I was finding and I told him and we parted ways with him telling me good luck detecting!
Here it is back in the early 1900's, notice how there is a old car in there mixed in with the horse and buggy:
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