We caught the treasure hunting bug from a friend who had collected civil War shell casings and other miscellaneous finds. The metal detector was a gift four years ago and my honey has never used it. We decided to test our luck maybe finding odd change at the community park.
We set out once we figured out the settings and set it for neutral, the ground. I carried the trowel for digging and my honey wielded the detector.
“Shouldn’t this be longer? I’m all hunched over.”
We spend three minutes finding and adjusting the telescoping rod.
Beep. Beep. I was excited. Treasure waited. The towel sank into the soft earth. I scooped up a bottle cap. Granted the cap was old, corroded and filled with dirt, but not the kind of treasure I expected.
In six-inch swaths we worked. My honey ran the detector over the bleachers just to test the sensitivity. Thirty minutes and we found three bottle caps, two pop tops and a random length of wire. We turned off the detector and walked back. My honey found $0.11 in the parking lot without even trying. Like other treasure hunters we aren’t giving up.
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