Yesterday the weather was to my liking and I decided to get out and learn a little more about the Simplex. Now understand the Simplex is really a pretty easy detector to use, it’s just that this ole brain doesn’t retain a helluva lot. Anyway I gave both the detector and the headphones a jolt and off I went across the lake to the town park, ready to enjoy the day and of course find a hoard.
After arriving I noticed the same ‘kiddie play group’ of moms I encountered before and knew immediately I was going to be scrutinized closely. Add in the older gal who keeps track of me from her kitchen window and I had a feeling this might be a very short outing.
I got all dressed up in my professional treasure hunting outfit – headphones, carpenters apron, large screwdriver and drop cloth and fired up the Simplex. After about thirty minutes of scanning I had about twenty five cents, and thanks to my recent carpal tunnel surgery, a very sore hand and wrist. Worse yet, no hoard!
I took a break, sat down in one of the small pavilions and noticed a city parks department pickup truck parking right next to mine. The two occupants, wearing the ever ominous orange vests, walked over and informed me that detecting was not allowed in the park. I mentioned that nowhere on the *regulations sign did it say that and the reply was it didn’t matter, it was not allowed and that they had too many complaints. When I asked “about what?” he replied “holes”. I started to say show me the holes but decided against it and just packed up and left.
Just a little more than pissed I went back across the lake to detect a large soccer/athletic complex that I had some luck at (luck as in all clad) when testing the SP24 and SP22 coils.
I hunted about an hour, added maybe another twenty five cents to my previous total and sat down to ponder just where that hoard might be buried when lo and behold a groundskeeper drives up, gets out of his truck and starts walking towards me and I muttered “for sh*t’s sake, not again”. To my surprise the guy says “I’ve been thinking ‘bout getting one of those things, what are you finding?” I started laughing and told him about the previous encounter and he assured me I was cool (but you already know that).
I showed the gentleman (James) the whopping fifty cents in my apron and said “you ain’t going to get rich but you’ll have a helluva lot of fun”. I also took a few minutes and showed him how the Simplex worked, gave him one of my cards and told him to check out the blog if he wanted to know more. We shook hands and off he went.
I detected maybe another 30 minutes and went home, tired, achy and without a hoard. On the plus side I had earned 35 cents an hour, got a little exercise and just maybe made a convert to the hobby.
*When I got home I looked up the parks department regulations and found absolutely no mention of metal detecting?
Just how bad is 2020?
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