…I never took that big ole Coinmaster to that park in the 70’s? What if I simply gave up on learning how it worked, threw in the towel, gave up on the whole idea? It was certainly within the realm of possibility. Patience was never ever a virtue of mine.
I think about this often because those first few beeps and coins changed my life dramatically and that of my family as well. They’re the reason I am sitting here in a Dallas suburb, sipping a cheap Cabernet and writing a blog. No small feat when you consider my dyed in the wool Yankee roots. And oh yeah, thanks for sending that tornado along too….
Understand please, the only reason I got involved in this pastime was because I wanted to find coins. Not buttons, not rings, buckles, or relics. Just coins!! Old coins! I collected them and decided that I liked the idea of finding them compared to buying them. Well as soon as I bought the White’s Coinmaster and turned it on (and that was all I knew how to do) I did indeed start finding coins.
I was very fortunate in that this was in the mid 70’s and I lived in the Northeast. Even luckier was the site I chose to give my new gizmo a try. I knew the area had been used for high school football in the 40’s and 50’s but little did I know it had also been used for dances, carnivals, circuses and community celebrations since the early 1900’s.
Over the ensuing months and years I found Liberty Seated, Barber, Indian Head cents and everything else in between. I can’t remember the number of times I visited the site but it was my “go to” when I had only a short amount of time to hunt, and if I didn’t come home with at least a half-dozen pieces of silver it was a bad day.
And yes I did eventually find more than coins….
I never came across another site quite like that and probably never will. For one area to have been used for so many events and functions is rare. My guess is there may be a few more out there but my days of looking for them are over. I found hundreds, if not thousands of coins at that site BUT what if I had taken that big box detector somewhere else? What if I had found nothing but bottlecaps and trash? What if I had given up pursuing the hobby? Where would I be and what would my life be like today?
The park is still there today and I am stuck in Texas…..
Eventually I met a few other detectorists and they would always ask me why I hunted that park so much and my answer was the same as Willy Sutton’s……”because that’s where the money is”