I wanted to scout out the cove beside the Bermuda Police Association's Hall in Flatts but I kept dogging it all morning, finding stuff to do around the house instead of heading to the other end of the island. What gives here? I even broke down and cut the lawn.
An hour before low tide I said to heck with it and quit trying to push the river, headed down to Horseshoe Bay again for the low tide, diamonds on my mind. The conditions were nice and calm so I got right into the briney, chin deep.
COLD!! the heavy surf lately must have pulled up some cold bottom water because the water was freezing, I actually did the little dance you do entering really cold water just as it reaches 'the boys'.
This was not going to be as comfortable as I had hoped. I got down to swinging and started to hit targets in a band of firm sand at the edge of a front of soft sand; there was still a good 8" of the soft stuff on top of the firm sand but I could feel the difference in the firmness of the bottom.
I pulled out a huge earring first and then a bunch of clad and 3 ferry tokens (total value $12), until finally the sound I was hoping for came through the headphones and sure enough at close to 2 feet I hit a 14k, yellow gold Fat Boy.(thick men's band and it has to be at least a size 12) I eased back towards the shore after about an hour as I could feel my muscles seizing up from the cold and that's when I got a broken signal but a good tone mixed in with it, I dug down a couple of scoops and when I looked in the bottom of the scoop the prettiest 1 carat diamond was staring back at me from it's golden setting.
By this point my teeth were chattering so bad that I couldn't stop them so I did a quick spiral of that area and then headed back to the beach to clean out my finds jacket of trash and soak up some solar energy. Since there was nobody else on the beach I had a closer look at the big solitaire and what a disappointment now that I was able to get a better look at it, the setting was gold plated and I could see where the plating was worn off at the base of the ring. I can only imagine that the stone is 1 full carat of CZ.
After a quick warm up I headed back into the water again but my core temperature was already so low that I quickly developed the teeth chattering again which is an early sign of hypothermia. I did manage to score two more rings, both .925 but no more gold.
I retreated to the warmth of the jeep and then when I got home I had a shot of Old Rum and a long soak in the 103F hot tub in order to get the chill out of my bones.
A Good Hunt,
An hour before low tide I said to heck with it and quit trying to push the river, headed down to Horseshoe Bay again for the low tide, diamonds on my mind. The conditions were nice and calm so I got right into the briney, chin deep.
COLD!! the heavy surf lately must have pulled up some cold bottom water because the water was freezing, I actually did the little dance you do entering really cold water just as it reaches 'the boys'.
This was not going to be as comfortable as I had hoped. I got down to swinging and started to hit targets in a band of firm sand at the edge of a front of soft sand; there was still a good 8" of the soft stuff on top of the firm sand but I could feel the difference in the firmness of the bottom.I pulled out a huge earring first and then a bunch of clad and 3 ferry tokens (total value $12), until finally the sound I was hoping for came through the headphones and sure enough at close to 2 feet I hit a 14k, yellow gold Fat Boy.(thick men's band and it has to be at least a size 12) I eased back towards the shore after about an hour as I could feel my muscles seizing up from the cold and that's when I got a broken signal but a good tone mixed in with it, I dug down a couple of scoops and when I looked in the bottom of the scoop the prettiest 1 carat diamond was staring back at me from it's golden setting.
By this point my teeth were chattering so bad that I couldn't stop them so I did a quick spiral of that area and then headed back to the beach to clean out my finds jacket of trash and soak up some solar energy. Since there was nobody else on the beach I had a closer look at the big solitaire and what a disappointment now that I was able to get a better look at it, the setting was gold plated and I could see where the plating was worn off at the base of the ring. I can only imagine that the stone is 1 full carat of CZ.
After a quick warm up I headed back into the water again but my core temperature was already so low that I quickly developed the teeth chattering again which is an early sign of hypothermia. I did manage to score two more rings, both .925 but no more gold.
I retreated to the warmth of the jeep and then when I got home I had a shot of Old Rum and a long soak in the 103F hot tub in order to get the chill out of my bones.
A Good Hunt,
Life sucks
The one I found today only looked good in the scoop, once I cleaned it up a bit and saw the gold plating missing I knw that what I had was a pale imitation of what you find.
