I gotcha cap....at least your getting out and doing it. Recently my old estate sale boss has been trying to get me back on tour. I used to help set up and put on estate sales. It was alot of fun, and he is a big shot in the estate sale world. I mainly set up, break down, and at the end dispose of trash. I also moved all the heavies and do the clean out at the end so the house could be sold. I did enjoy that life but when I had a kid my time evaporated for this type of stuff. The most treasure I ever found came about 2 years in to this side job. 3 times in 1 year I found big caches of silver. 2 were in ammo cans, and one was in a canvas bank bag. I was there ace in the hole...a real treasure finder !! We would treasure hunt at the beginning and at the end. I would scour attics, basements, and crawl spaces. Nothing in the world beats finding an ammo can of silver dollars !! We would buy the complete contents of a home, then organize and have an estate sale. Whatever was left went into storage or the trash. We had a massive warehouse of stuff for other sales. We also had a realestate license and would sometimes sell the house also. It was a very rich job but it is a never ending amount of hard work. My partner was badly injured in an attic one day by a roofing nail through the top of his skull....he was brain damaged badly by the injury, and I started to ware a bike helmet up there. One of my greatest finds was an 11 carat diamond ring found in the track of a sliding glass door. I miss that lifestyle alot , but I don't miss the Neverending hard, dirty, sweaty, work !! I also don't miss the piles of stuff I would bring home each time. They still call me from time to time.....it could be time to get back involved. Best treasure hunting i ever did was was rummaging through dead peoples personal belongings.....seems everyone always hid something somewhere !! I know they miss my treasure hunting skills.....the first time I used a black light to search for disturbances in the paint and plaster my boss sat there with his mouth open in disbelief.....the first time I found a safe hidden behind a wall he almost had a heart attack !! That one year I think I found 70 pounds of silver coins in 3 different homes !! I was never allowed to take pics, for fear of being sued.....most of the time no one ever knew there parents had stashed these things. Once we inked the contract and paid for all the contents we felt like this treasure was ours....after all the family could have taken the time to go through the house themselves.....all they want is all the junk out so the house can be sold and they can get there hands on a check. That was always fine with me....almost every house I found some treasure !!
Mornin all!
Bart: An uncle used to buy estates and homes back in an era where when people moved , they took a change of cloths and a few possessions and left the rest...
One home had a near new set of fine china. Most plates were stacked dirty by a chair in the living room. Sold for good money...
I have a pistol that came off a beam..
So , Uncle sold homes contents. Fixed up the homes and sold them.
He eventually built a trailer park for elderly folks and managed it And did an outstanding job of it.
I won't tell here what has turned up in Dads estate.
Though we recovered his ammo can early on. Well hidden behind a sink cabinet between it and the wall.
He squirreled stuff. Maybe that's where I learned it.
Cap'n ARRC : Sometimes you just got to "power through it".
I'll be looking to pick lanterns when outdoor type sales start popping up again.
Plenty of delayed projects and repairs I keep putting off. Gets easier once you get putting stuff off.....
My big goal this year is to walk more again.
There's too little to attach a prosthetic to. But that's an excuse. The old saying "a way where there is no way" still applies.
Better interface and suspension in a new "socket" is the short term goal.
Getting some strength back too.
Logic says I'll never run again.
I'm willing to test that though. It's not like logic has been my guide anyways. Or my definition of limits.
Your limits are the same as mine and everyone else's. Mostly self imposed. When complacency is tolerated as a result , it's time to power through the false self imposed wall(s) instead.
Bart's poking around wreckers sites shows another angle vs bumping elbows with the hordes on beaches.
Were there staging areas beyond? Or plundered by locals staging/cache areas beyond?
Seems to me , if we plundered a stranded ship and it's crew we could expect a consort to follow up.
At which time we'd want to look innocent , and empty handed.
Another Uncle got into areas. Much better than I at it. All he needed was to know a lead he was on was real enough and the site accurate.
I left him be about most of his work , but should have pressed him about how to's..
Despite my recoveries being a tiny tiny tiny fraction of his , that does not mean there's nothing to recover. (!).
It was a smaller one, but it's already at the taxidermist ready to get mounted.
