Yesterday I got some grief from a detectorist on a metal detecting Facebook page because I shared an update to my blog there. Apparently I wasn’t sticking to the group’s standards with my recent reference to my computer problems. His reply:
“Why contaminate a metal detecting page with other crap like this? Metal detecting is how I get away from politics, economics, bumper stickers, pontificating, grandstanding, whining, and anyone who blames their inabilities or failures on others — Bill Gates or otherwise.
But… I’d really like to hear about the Flying Eagle cent or the 1916-D Merc you dug up.
Since I had been posting my updates on that particular FB page for some time I was a little taken back, but apparently this individual had an axe to grind. Well, let me take a minute and explain to him, and anyone else who checks in here at Stout Standards, just why I bother to do this and more importantly why you can opt out if you want.
First, I am not sure exactly what he meant with regards to the 1916-D Merc or Flying Eagle cent but for his satisfaction let me state that in all my years of detecting, I have never found a 1916-D Mercury dime, but I have found two or three Flying Eagle cents. Unfortunately I found them at a time when wearing video cameras on your head was not an option.
Next, let me explain (once again), where I am with regards to today’s pastime, and my lack of credibility when it comes to telling you all how to get rich. You see, I’ve been holding back. Living a lie. I found a huge cache a few years back and I am now living the good life! I have a house in the South of France, and all I live for is writing this blog!
On a more serious note I would much rather find that fountain of youth instead of that cache or hoard. I am no longer in the game today, nor will I be in the future. I am 72, feeling my age and I don’t get out detecting too much anymore. As a result you might have to listen to me talk about my computer, my pug Barnum, my aches and pains, and yes, my pissing and moaning about anything and everything. That’s me and that’s what Stout Standards is all about. Don’t come here for that magic elixir that will solve all your metal detecting woes, or for that one tip that will put you on easy street. They don’t exist here and I doubt they exist anywhere else.
After this recent exchange I decided not to share my blog posts on that FB page anymore because I don’t want to bore the hell out this guy or anyone else there, but I will not apologize for what I write. It’s not complicated….don’t like my blog or website…don’t read it. If I can’t offer you your metal detecting orgasm, ignore me. Hell, you won’t be the first one to do that. I have learned, especially over the past year or so, just who my “real” friends are. I’ve also learned how to weed out those who merely wanted to use me to further their goals, their business and their profits. Just a sign of the times I guess.
Try to understand that the few coins I find today are not worth bragging about or posting a photo of. I also do not have a video camera, and even if I did, watching me in action would be like watching paint dry. I am just grateful for those times when I can get out for some fresh air and exercise.
My blog is my sounding board, and something that allows me to say what is on my mind. I know I frequently talk about the “good ole days”, throw out names that are probably unfamiliar to you and I am sorry, but that’s just who I am and those are the folks that I know, remember and think of. I come from a different era, a different time period.
I don’t mean to sound bitter but I do get tired of having to explain my blog. If I can inform or entertain you, fine. If not, you are only a mouse click away from bye bye. I stopped posting my updates on the forums, and apparently I will have to think about doing the same on Facebook. If any of you reading this want to keep up with my blog, my BS, my brainfarts, whatever, please add your email address in the column on the left (blog).
Hope what I am saying makes sense and that you understand where I am coming from…