Part one – of an Age Old Question…

With a simple answer “YES” it is worth detecting, goodness knows how many times have I come home with nothing to show for maybe four or five hours of tramping around some non-descript field, in the middle of nowhere with gun caps, bits of spoons, lead [ahhh lead, English fields are full of lead] silver foil, tin cans, bits of brass or bronze, the list of rubbish is endless, but the rewards are endless too…

Like everything perseverance pays off, my number plate on the family car reads as “Patience & Wait for Rewards” and it is so true…                                    I can not think of anything better than being out in an English field, with Toby, my T2 and solitude, oh don’t get me wrong I feel like screaming when I am on a quiet field with hardly any signals, when you just seem to wander up and down, with Toby getting bored and he wanders off looking for his own entertainment, then a good signal breaks what ever world you had slipped into, with eager anticipation you eagerly break the sod, and start the journey down into the ground wondering what the signal could be, the signal was a mid to high fifty so not a tin can or piece of aluminium, then there it is, after wandering faithfully up and down, doing Metal Detecting the right way for a better chance of finding something, keeping the coil as close to the ground, as much as the remains of the closely cropped field of fodder will allow, with a slightly slower step forward allowing an overlap of each sweep so as not to miss anything, with a higher level of concentration  being applied to make sure your end sweep is flat or turned slightly down to maximise even further that ever so slightly whisper which might exist in this field of emptiness… A find of such magnitude that you start to question your own sanity, as my ever supporting wife and daughters laugh and say, you dig holes for a living, and you have chosen as a hobby to dig holes, am i a total basket case and is this a mental test ! why when i only come home with rubbish…

There sitting in the bottom of the hole, where it had fallen when it had being dislodged from the side of the hole “agh” I should have payed more attention to the pinpointing, it would have saved me from doing two or three more unnecessary spadeful’s of digging in such hard & unforgiven ground conditions, so there it was my first signal for maybe twenty five minutes, a length of green brass with one jaggered end and the remains of hole at the other end, great nothing, as I hold my newest acquisition I suppose like everyone else I spend some time still looking at my newest piece of junk I had acquired, hoping with an ever diminishing hope of maybe it was something, but then that moment when you know it will be consigned to the scrap bin, a moment that comes around all to quick, the piece I still had in my hand, had one day more than likely played an important role in its former life, but now broken and either discarded or lost when it broke,  who is to say… “to be continued”

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