West Jersey Detecting
Gold Member
Has anyone ever had a "supernatural" experience while detecting? I've actually had two things happen to me that don't make any logical sense. I'm generally not a believer in ghosts and those types of things, but these two events made me wonder.
The first was when I was detecting my first cellar hole, an old tavern site. The tavern was about 5 miles from the nearest paved road in extreme South Jersey. There was no EMI because there were no wires or cables, and no cell service, and I was totally alone. When I stepped into the cellar hole, both my boot laces were untied and the long laces were wrapped up around my calves. I thought it was odd but never gave it a second thought.
Within a few minutes I found my first ever large cent, a beautifully preserved 1836. As I took it out of the dirt pile, I heard an indecipherable whisper in my headphones! I spun around expecting to see someone, but there was nobody there. I went back to the dirt pile and AGAIN I heard the whisper! I ripped the headphones off and spun around this time, but again there was nobody there. I got out of there in a hurry, but when I returned it never happened again but I found a bunch of firsts there. My first colonial, my first Flying Eagle and a bunch of other really great finds. I'll save my other freaky story after hearing some from the other members.
The first was when I was detecting my first cellar hole, an old tavern site. The tavern was about 5 miles from the nearest paved road in extreme South Jersey. There was no EMI because there were no wires or cables, and no cell service, and I was totally alone. When I stepped into the cellar hole, both my boot laces were untied and the long laces were wrapped up around my calves. I thought it was odd but never gave it a second thought.
Within a few minutes I found my first ever large cent, a beautifully preserved 1836. As I took it out of the dirt pile, I heard an indecipherable whisper in my headphones! I spun around expecting to see someone, but there was nobody there. I went back to the dirt pile and AGAIN I heard the whisper! I ripped the headphones off and spun around this time, but again there was nobody there. I got out of there in a hurry, but when I returned it never happened again but I found a bunch of firsts there. My first colonial, my first Flying Eagle and a bunch of other really great finds. I'll save my other freaky story after hearing some from the other members.