GRAY GHOST
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hello all. it's a hard thing for me to say... i got skunked yesterday! since some of the members of this forum know that i regularly get out on the weekends, usually sundays, they might have been expecting a post that goes along with a good hunt. frank and i revisited a [now] former hotspot in disputanta, virginia that had yielded an 1830 bust cap dime, an 1837 large cent, a 1913 cent, some flatbuttons, and two confederate virginia seal buttons. there just had to be something else out there, i reasoned to myself. today's the day! so, excited at the prospect of possibly finding some old coppers, silver, or even a confederate button or two, out the door i went out into the chill air! today's the day!
well, things started to come apart for me when i left the driveway. suddenly remembering that my headphones were giving me trouble last time out, i pulled back into the driveway and got my backup set. quickly surveying the back seat, i didn't see my trusty old shovel. that's ok, i thought, knowing i had a backup digging iron in the back, so down the road i went! it took forever to drive the 15 miles to the spot... everybody was driving slow... cops everywhere... so, impatient and flustered, i finally arrived.
i couldn't turn my machine on fast enough! so through the woods i went, moving too quickly i know. a few minutes later, frank gave out a whoop and holler [the kind you hear through headphones] "i got a large cent!" i went over to see it, and to congratulate him on his great find. " it looks like an 1839. what do you think?" i agreed that it did look like an 1839. [it is an 1839] wow, i thought. this is gonna be a good day. turned out, it was a good day - for frank!
man, i hunted hard and long. didn't even take a water break. i pulled every skill i had out, slowed down my search, reduced my disc, hugged the coil to the ground, angled the coil in difficult spots, turned up my volume, adjusted the settings. the briars and vines conspired against me constantly, entangling my headphone cord and catching my coil at every sweep. the thorns ripped gashes in my arms, but i was too busy detecting to notice them. i'll get a good hit here in another minute, i kept telling myself. the cibola will carry me through this. i never go home empty handed. but....nothing. not a single beep.
after about two hours of this, i realized the folly and futility of continuing the hunt. i was far away from my car and decided to work my way back, knowing the gods of detecting were not smiling upon me on this fair fall day. then... a beep! then another! then another! all shotgun shells and modern bullets. shaking my head in defeat, and not far to go now to the car, i shut the machine off, shouldered it, and trudged on. in the last thirty or so feet left, i turned the machine back on and got a good hit... it looks to be a canteen spout or whiskey flask spout. it was my only notable find of the day, almost cruel in it's timing, and consequently, not worth posting by itself. and a 1985 quarter.
an old wise man once told me i would have days like these.
after i got home, i felt like i'd been in a boxing match with mike tyson. i dressed up my torn up arms and sat down over a beer to reflect on the day. the beers went easy, one thought led to another, and soon found myself thinking about next weekend's hunt! thanks for reading, and hh,
well, things started to come apart for me when i left the driveway. suddenly remembering that my headphones were giving me trouble last time out, i pulled back into the driveway and got my backup set. quickly surveying the back seat, i didn't see my trusty old shovel. that's ok, i thought, knowing i had a backup digging iron in the back, so down the road i went! it took forever to drive the 15 miles to the spot... everybody was driving slow... cops everywhere... so, impatient and flustered, i finally arrived.
i couldn't turn my machine on fast enough! so through the woods i went, moving too quickly i know. a few minutes later, frank gave out a whoop and holler [the kind you hear through headphones] "i got a large cent!" i went over to see it, and to congratulate him on his great find. " it looks like an 1839. what do you think?" i agreed that it did look like an 1839. [it is an 1839] wow, i thought. this is gonna be a good day. turned out, it was a good day - for frank!
man, i hunted hard and long. didn't even take a water break. i pulled every skill i had out, slowed down my search, reduced my disc, hugged the coil to the ground, angled the coil in difficult spots, turned up my volume, adjusted the settings. the briars and vines conspired against me constantly, entangling my headphone cord and catching my coil at every sweep. the thorns ripped gashes in my arms, but i was too busy detecting to notice them. i'll get a good hit here in another minute, i kept telling myself. the cibola will carry me through this. i never go home empty handed. but....nothing. not a single beep.
after about two hours of this, i realized the folly and futility of continuing the hunt. i was far away from my car and decided to work my way back, knowing the gods of detecting were not smiling upon me on this fair fall day. then... a beep! then another! then another! all shotgun shells and modern bullets. shaking my head in defeat, and not far to go now to the car, i shut the machine off, shouldered it, and trudged on. in the last thirty or so feet left, i turned the machine back on and got a good hit... it looks to be a canteen spout or whiskey flask spout. it was my only notable find of the day, almost cruel in it's timing, and consequently, not worth posting by itself. and a 1985 quarter.
an old wise man once told me i would have days like these.
after i got home, i felt like i'd been in a boxing match with mike tyson. i dressed up my torn up arms and sat down over a beer to reflect on the day. the beers went easy, one thought led to another, and soon found myself thinking about next weekend's hunt! thanks for reading, and hh,
Had to just laugh. They were concerned and wanted to try and find the pouch. No way!! I wander all over and I'd had enough!!! So I trudged back to the truck in defeat. How ironic. Both of us were probably walking back to the truck at about the same time. LOL By the time I got home at 4:30ish, I just wanted a hot shower! Haven't had a day like that since I don't know when. So you are not alone my friend. I will be a little more reserved next time I go out and won't be expecting too much (that way I am not disappointed). HH
fer. Now Sunday I was a relic hunter, so I didn't get skunked. Now you did find something, 
didn't you? If you found anything, you didn't get skunked either.
HH. Oh and maybe I need a different sacrifice for the detecting gods???? Maybe they are vegetarians? Next time they skunk me like that they get broccoli!
