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Santa Barbara Beach Finds

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awhitster

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Santa Barbara Beach Finds

Nothing to great but with the sun, surf and the coil to the soil, it was a beautiful day. Some coins are from the beach, a few from a strip park next to it. And a flat piece of copper, hit like a giant penny. The bullet and knife side are from Cold Springs Road, an old stage coach road off HWY 154. There was a old rock wall at a pull out. I didn
 
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Being originally from just down the coast in Oxnard, CA, I had to post on this oldie. I ahve been to Santa Barbara about a million times going up to Refugio Park, Lake Cachuma and good old Solvang. My mom used to tell me I was conceived on the beach at Refugio.
I never detected when I was a kid there, as:

A. They were pretty new, even then.
B. I never heard of detectors!

My dad would have loved them, though, being an avid fisherman and ham operator. Plus he was from the town, with ancestors who were founders. Man, the places he coulv'e known to go! Thanks for triggerin' the re-collections.

PS The copper could have been a piece of hull sheathing, as it was used all the way into the 1900's for that purpose.
 
[quote DavHut]Being originally from just down the coast in Oxnard, CA, I had to post on this oldie.
PS The copper could have been a piece of hull sheathing, as it was used all the way into the 1900's for that purpose.[/quote]
Glad it brought back memories Dave. I wished I lived closer. I live 10 miles form Pismo. It gets MD'd hard but SB, doesn't seem like it gets hit much. PS, let's keep that location a secret, I don't want the word out that it's hot..........:hot:
 
My folks had some property in Pismo for years, long after it became well known. Back then it was just a rock and plenty of clams for the digging. I suppose it still has the rock, dunno about the clams. Ahhh the good old days...
 
[quote DavHut]My folks had some property in Pismo for years, long after it became well known. Back then it was just a rock and plenty of clams for the digging. I suppose it still has the rock, dunno about the clams. Ahhh the good old days...[/quote]
The clamming at Pismo has been over for years. The sea otters pretty much wiped them out. Real estate? Ocean view, one million ++++
When I was a kid (in the 50's) we would get limits no problem. Yea, the good ol days.........:smoke:
 
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Yeah they were the good old days. Remember clamming on the beaches around L.A. and peeling abalone off the rocks at low tide. But that all ended long ago.

Bill
 
My dad worked for the Gov as a radar tech in the Vandenberg Missile test range, out of Pt Mugu, CA. Part of his tour entailed spending Mon-Thu on San Nicolas Island, the remotest of California's "Channel Islands." Those of you who have heard of Catalina Island, well that's the biggest and nearest of the island chain.

I vividly remember we would pick him up at Pt Mugu and he would have A LOT of abalone in burlap bags. We pounded the hell out of them on wooden boards and feasted on them all weekend. The enviro-whacko terrorists would have a duck over such things, nowadays...
 
Is there anything you havent done ??!!
 
I lived on Hilton Head Island SC. in the early 70's. In a 30 minutes I could get 5 gallons of shrimp. Other times I would get all the oysters I cared to shuck. I would see the clams squirt and pop them out of the sand with my knife. I would set and eat blue crabs while I watched T.V. I would gig flounder and if they were under 3 pounds I wouldn't touch them. Too small. Not trying to top anybodies stories,"Those were the good old days". Man I am old! I see people shrimping now with their boats side by side as far as you can see on the inter coastal. They are out all night long and lucky to get 1 gallon. They fight each other for the spot they shrimping at. It is really bad. I don't shrimp any more. I am outa here. I have my house up for sell and I am moving back to the maintains.
 
Yeah all the fun has been sucked out of life. There is no gravity - " The world sucks." :rofl: We used to go down to Redondo Beach by the powerhouse and catch bonito as fast as we could drag them in. We would catch one and hook a balloon to it, throw it back, and then we would always know where the school was. Used to eat a whole lot of bonito. Loved catching those reel stripping critters. Made my own feather rigs to catch them on. I had a great life but it went by way to fast.

We used to go down to Tin Can Beach at Long Beach and dig clams till we were blue in the face. They would be bubbling everywhere on the beach. Got some big suckers. Been so many years since I ate abalone I've forgotten what they taste like.

I need to post again the pics of the eight foot sturgeons we used to catch here on the Columbia River. How many in the Midwest have ever caught a big alligator gar? Back in days gone by I caught several eight footers. Caught one at Lake of The Ozarks on the river side of Bagnell Dam. Course we were in a boat so had to let the monster go as I didn't have a pistol to kill it before I dragged it in the boat. Just about scared my aunt to death when I raised that sucker's big, ugly, mug up out of the water.

Bill
 
Now that I think of it - not much. I've had an extremely varied and adventurous life. It all started the day I was born during the Great Depression. My mom and dad were working on a carnival and it had been rained out for two weeks. On the day I was born they had twenty five cents between them, so they hitchhiked 125 miles to the County Hospital in St. Louis, Missouri where I first saw the light of day at five that afternoon. That's just part of the story. I'll spin the rest later.

Bill
 
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