...Dont you like that fancy word?: "junk-et"
I took one of my detectors with me when I went to work with hopes of hitting a spot on the way home. Oh save the day!, I made it!
The site is an airport that has been in use since the 30's. During the 40's and 50's it was expanded and eventually it was turned into the local detention center for social miscreants. Then THAT was torn down and now there is little left to hint at what it once was. Ive heard there was once a large tent city to house troops during WWII, but Ive never really found any info other than that, nor where it might have been. The airport is still in use, and every year during Masters Week (Augusta, GA is just across the river), it is full of private jets... but few now know much about its past.
Alas, the really old ground wasnt in my area today, so I contented myself with a reconoiter of what was once the conjugal visit/picnic area for the detention center.
Didnt turn up squat but can slaw, square tabs and some Stinkin' Linkins - and plenty of building/demolition related "mysteria" (another fancy word, meaning, well, junk ).
But as every detectorist knows, it's all good. Besides, most of you oldtimers will recall how I feel about junk, i.e.,
"I find so much of it, I might as well learn to love it."
Note the fork, which I eyeballed. Off to the left is one of my favorite "mysteria" items, a shotshell base. It's a UMC Co, "New Club," No. 12 with 8 pt. Star, made through 1934.
I also had a guy in a city truck stop and ask if I was with the "gas company." He worked for the airport, he said, and it was "his job to watch out for stuff" (his words). When he learned I wasn't there to check for gas leaks or whatever, he got all officious - until I de-fused the situation with a little detente (called kissing-a**). After a little more banter, he gave me free run of the place and waved as he drove off, on some other important errand, no doubt.
A good morning, all in all.
Peace,
I took one of my detectors with me when I went to work with hopes of hitting a spot on the way home. Oh save the day!, I made it!
The site is an airport that has been in use since the 30's. During the 40's and 50's it was expanded and eventually it was turned into the local detention center for social miscreants. Then THAT was torn down and now there is little left to hint at what it once was. Ive heard there was once a large tent city to house troops during WWII, but Ive never really found any info other than that, nor where it might have been. The airport is still in use, and every year during Masters Week (Augusta, GA is just across the river), it is full of private jets... but few now know much about its past.
Alas, the really old ground wasnt in my area today, so I contented myself with a reconoiter of what was once the conjugal visit/picnic area for the detention center.
Didnt turn up squat but can slaw, square tabs and some Stinkin' Linkins - and plenty of building/demolition related "mysteria" (another fancy word, meaning, well, junk ).
But as every detectorist knows, it's all good. Besides, most of you oldtimers will recall how I feel about junk, i.e.,
"I find so much of it, I might as well learn to love it."
Note the fork, which I eyeballed. Off to the left is one of my favorite "mysteria" items, a shotshell base. It's a UMC Co, "New Club," No. 12 with 8 pt. Star, made through 1934.
I also had a guy in a city truck stop and ask if I was with the "gas company." He worked for the airport, he said, and it was "his job to watch out for stuff" (his words). When he learned I wasn't there to check for gas leaks or whatever, he got all officious - until I de-fused the situation with a little detente (called kissing-a**). After a little more banter, he gave me free run of the place and waved as he drove off, on some other important errand, no doubt.
A good morning, all in all.
Peace,