I'm bored.....Tell me a story :smile:

[Ron from Michigan]

I have three barrels for our riding arena my daughter in law use to train a lot.My other daughter in law is a high school chemistry teacher in Indianapolis.

 

[IndianaSmith]

[quote echostar61] I've shoveled my share of manure too,lol.
[/quote]

Trust me.....you still do

Mattockman- Thanks. It's been a tough road, I don't know which has been worse, the physical part (pain) of it, or being treated like dirt after paying more than 30 years of taxes. You're their "best friend" when you're paying, but when you need the benefit of those taxes......all the sudden you become invisible.


Good posts everyone.....good topic Terri

Smitty

 

[tabdog]

A gentleman was detecting in a vacant lot. An old woman watched him from her front porch. After a while she couldn't stand it any longer. She approached the gentleman and asked him " What kind of weed eater is that? It's the quietest I've ever heard."

The man explained what he was doing and she offered to let him detect in her yard.

HH

 

[echostar61]

[quote Elton]I hope, and," I am pretty sure", Smitty knows what a great, and true friend he has found. Smitty listen to the lady and dig, dig, dig.
Friends like Terri only come along once in a lifetime. (Priceless)[/quote]

Thanks El,You're a nice man .

Terri

 

[IndianaSmith]

TD- lol, didn't she notice the grass wasn't getting any shorter??

E-( I missed this post somehow) I do, she knows it.......lol, and I dig at her all the time, and as you've seen....she digs right back

Smitty

 

[tabdog]

Smitty,

I'm disabled also. The system tends to make a person feel like a freeloader. Just remember we are the backbone of this country. It is hard to look adversity in the face. I have come close to death more than once. I suffer on a grand scale just like many others. I'm still more fortunate than lots of people.

Regardless of our situation. Fun is what we do. Not what we have. There fore, it's a decision not something that happens. Even people in concentration camps have produced great works of self enlightenment and enjoyment. They tend to go hand in hand. They are something you do.

So let's all get down to the business at hand. Make fun, it wears off on others. I have to remember that because I'm a single parent with two high school boys. I can't be a bum around them. I wouldn't want that to rub off.

Best wishes,

 

[echostar61]

Now thats funny....

Terri

 

[Canewrap]

Any of you peculiar people recognize this book?

 

[tab-nabit]

I returned from a tour and took a little time to visit my parents. My dad struck up a conversation about removing a big tree in the front yard worried about it someday falling onto the house. Well that was all it took and the next thing I was up in the tree working at it with a chain saw.
While sitting on the front steps taking a thirst break, an older fella in a truck stopped and asked if it was ok to detect the front yard with a metal detector. I told him "sure go ahead" before my dad could open his mouth. After all, the yard was a mess from some major limbs I dropped, cut then stacked on the side of the house. Well the gentleman said thank you, then grabbed a detector from his truck that looked like it seen better days. He put on a front pocket apron, headphones, and went to work while my dad and I watched. He started beside the driveway where it meet the sidewalk, and started up along the driveway towards us. He stopped and swung the coil over a spot a few times repeatedly, said "no you don't want that one" then continued on. Huh! A few steps more and he did the same thing again with the coil, then pulled out what look something like a wooden handle ice pick and probed it into
the ground a few times. Next thing, he pulled a rusty looking big old screwdriver and started working it into the ground carefully. Well I had to get right there and watch. He worked up a wheat penny, and it didn't take him long. So he rubs the penny, checks it, drops it in the apron and continues on. I'm scratching my noggin wondering how did he do that. Well the fella continues on, gets up towards the porch and got that coil swinging again like it was stuck over one spot, except this time he says something like "Oh Yea" and started the probing again. But this time before he could screwdriver it up, he looked up at me and told me "this is more like it". I'm thinking huh!, didn't he just do this a few moments ago. Well he plucks up, rubs and shows me a dime. It was a merc and I got to
scratching another noggin spot while dad had a big grin watching all this. I told dad that I rather be doing what this fella is doing instead of the tree works. What a grin I got then.
Well to make a already long story short, the fella pulled coins, and a toy car out of the lawn, and I noticed that it was difficult to tell where he dug this stuff. Dad didn't say much, just smiled. I told the old fella that I sure wish I could do something like that - after all, I was impressed. Next thing I know, the old fella pulls out all the coins and toy, and puts them in my hand to check out. He told me he left some coins in the ground but not all the coins were good ones - huh! once again but this time my hands weren't free for the noggin. He then said a big thank you with a smile, tells me it's just like fishing, turned around, got into his truck and drove off leaving the coins and toy in my hands. Just like that and he goes.
Well the story goes on, but that nice old man sure left an impression - and dad said that I took enough off the tree and the rest of it can go a later time. I couldn't get that experience out of my head, and to cut the story, one thing lead to the next - and how many kids don't like fishing - thank you old man, both of you.

 

[Elton]

Thats the part of your friendship I like best..Egging you two on, and getting you going. HAHAH LOL

 

[echostar61]

Very nice story Tab-nabit and a very nice old man. He left you his finds and a passion
for the hobby .

Terri

 

[mattockman]

I know I will never see that $ unless I have one foot in the grave...then what good is it to me.....so the nursing home can suck it out of my bank account!! .....thats why I try to live like there is no tomorrow....and try to enjoy as much as I can before I am not able to....while along the way help others that are not as fortunate.....Keep smiling it could be worse.... Enjoy what you have

 

[IndianaSmith]

Neat story Tab.....lol, I think the old man (both of them) knew what they were doing.

I wish the system just made me feel like a "free-loader", but in 4 years they haven't given me anything but grief. I actually think I've gotten blackballed by a couple of local politicians who I've told what I think of them. It's too bad when you provide them with all their required information, jump through their hoops like a trained-poodle, put-up with them pretending to be stupid (by answering with "I don't knows", failing to return phone calls, refusing to provide information, losing files, ignoring doctors reports) their using a psychiatrist to evaluate medical records (and denying it even though I have proof on their own papers), they've used incorrect SS numbers, and sent my mail to the wrong address........and this isn't the half of it. No one (or group) could be as stupid and incompetent as these people pretend to be.....and I paid their salary to act like idiots. It's no wonder there's such a backlog with cases, when there are idiots handling them. I'm aware however this is just part of the little "game" they make of it. They want you to just give-up & go away, something I did 2 years ago. This is the same little trick rip-off insurance companies use.

I hope no one is ever forced into a similar situation......but I'd love to see some of the people on the "other side" given a taste of what it's like to be given a dose of their own medecine :veryangry:

It'll help if I can get out once or twice a week with my huntin' buddy

Smitty

 

[JB(MS)]

My first detecting experience involved a guy named Fadious, it was March of 1967 and although it was two years later before I bought my first detector I've pretty much been a detecting addict ever since. Fadious had just moved here from Tennessee and got a job where I worked.. One of his cousins had found an old iron pot with a few silver coins in it that washed out of a creek bank in TN and Fadious bought a Ted Williams model Sears & Roebuck detector made by Whites so he could find a pot of money for himself. A few day after he started work he asked me if I knew where any old homesites were that he could hunt and if I did would I take him to the oldest one. I wasn't the least bit interested in hunting treasure but I was curious about the detector. I had never seen one except in magazine ads and was curious as to how they worked and what they did.

There was a homesite not far from where we lived that, according to the property owner, dated to the early 1820's. He said it was the site where his ancestors had built their first home when they came in this area, had burned around 1840 and they had built in a different place. I told Fadious about it and he almost went ballistic. He wanted to go after work that day but I had a prior commitment and told him we would go the next day. The rest of that day, and all the next, he talked nonstop about finding a pot of money, at least I think he did. He had, still has, a speech impediment and when he was excited it was hard to understand him.

He brought the detector and we left straight from work the next day. By the time we got to the site he was so excited and talking so fast we (Joe, another friend went with us) couldn't understand most of what he was saying. He fired up the detector, no discrimination in 1967 and it had a 12 inch coil, and started swinging. Signals were few and far between and after half an hour, several shotgun hulls and a few severely rusted pieces of iron Joe and I were ready to call it a day but Fadious was just getting warmed up. A few more shotgun hulls, more iron and then he hit the jackpot, a signal that he said was something big. We dug down a foot, nothing yet but he was saying "This is it boys, this is it" over and over. Least that's what we think he was saying, sounded more like "thishitboilsthishit". Another foot down and he was almost hysterical. At about 30 inches Joe, who was digging, hit something solid. Fadious dropped the detector, jumped in the hole and started scratching with his hands, then jumped out and I swear he did the Red Foxx thing like on Sanford and Son. You know, where he grabs his chest, stumbles backwards and says "this is the big one Martha" or whatever her name was. Fadious grabbed his chest, and jabbering incoherently stumbled backward until he bumped into a tree. We looked and it actually was an old iron pot, upside down but an iron pot for sure. Fadious was incomprehensible by then, blabbering a hundred miles an hour and blowing spit all over everything. Joe pulled the pot out of the ground, turned it over and it was full.....of dirt. Fadious wouldn't believe it, he got in the hole and dug and dug but nothing but the empty pot. He finally accepted there was no money and didn't say anything more all the way to my house.

I brought the pot home, it was the kind that was hung on a hanger in the fireplace to cook in, something like a Dutch oven. I was tickled over it. I cleaned and painted it and my wife used it for a flower pot until her young nephew knocked it off the stand on the patio years later and it broke in half. As far as I know Fadious hasn't been detecting since but I asked him about 10 years ago if he still had the detector and he said he did.

I've thought about that countless times over the years. To Fadious that empty pot was one of the bigger disappointments of his life, he told me so more than once, but to me it was a wonder. I couldn't believe there was a magic machine that could see into the ground.....into the past. And it really is magic you know .

 

[echostar61]

Now that's a story ,You are quite the story teller JB.
Poor Ole Fadious .
And Lucky you,you'll never forget that day.

Terri

 

[tabdog]

Guys like Fadious is where my like new used MD's came from.

One still had a full charge on the factory supplied battery which was installed and not a sign of ware.

That's a great story. People back then made strange treasure hunters. They were more individualized because they had to go by the seat of theri psnts.

HH

 

[IndianaSmith]

Great story JB And just for the heck of it......Fred Sanfords deceased wife's name was Elizabeth

Smitty

 

[GRAY GHOST]

well, after i got bit by the detecting bug watching that older fellow detect the grounds of that prep school,my parents separated and i went to live with dad in pa. i worked at my uncles every weekend splitting wood and helping with the farm for the huge sum of 5 dollars for the weekend. i saved my money up and put a down payment [you could do that back then] on a 40 dollar detector i found at radio shack. going thru my laundry one day dad found my payment slip and went ballistic! dad was a retired drill instructor from the marine corps and man he gave me a whoopin ill never forget and made me go down and withdraw my money from radio shack. i was really heartbroke, i really wanted that detector and couldnt for the life of me understand why dad would have such a problem with his own son taking the initiative to get something he really wanted on his own. dad was having a lot of problems at the time dealing with his war experiences from vietnam and korea,and money was tight. my birthday rolled around a couple of months later and as i came home from school going to the kitchen table to do my homework there sat a brand new tandy metal detector on the table. the same one i had tried to buy, i was shocked,very happy and very sad at the same time,and confused. not taking the time to figure it all out, i hit the yard and was soon pulling stuff out the ground. man, i was in heaven! years later, after dad had passed on, i asked mom what had made dad give me such a whoopin for? she told me he was mad because i had beat him to it! what? she said yes, your dad had wanted to get it for you for your birthday but you beat him to it and it really peed him off! go figure! the rest is history, thanks for reading and hh,

 

[coinnut]

Here's a seated half (my first one in 33 years) I found at a picnic grove.There is no greater satisfaction than to actually get a half dollar when the screen says half dollar. Most of the time it's pipe fittings and car parts. I'll post more from time to time. I have a nice collection of half cents, Connecticut coppers, etc... Hope this works. Thanks Tabdog for the advice on pictures, but I got their upload to work first try. Beginners luck I think. Certainly not intelligence on my part

 

[tabdog]

I found one of thoes 24 years ago.

I'll bet it just tickles you pink. I know it would me.

Mine was nice condition and I sold it with several other coins I found back then.

I wish I still had them. But life goes on.

Just love those seated L halves.

Glad you got your photos to work,