I Don't Believe It !!!!!!!

The Farmers luck - part 2

This is another true story concerning a local farmer who enjoys a bit of metal detecting as and when we can lend him a machine.This time he offered us the chance to search a bit of pasture and he joined us for about 15 minutes. Just as he indicated that he would have to leave us he uttered the words to Tony and I, "I must find a sixpence before i go". 3 paces later, a marvellous signal eminated from his machine,  and after a quick dig out popped a lovely William 3rd sixpence. So much for 'spirits of yesteryear', we now have another phrase to utter.

The frustrating part in all of this is that i've done over 50 hours detecting to date and not had a sniff of a silver coin, Tony has about 20 hours and is still silverless. The landowner does 20 minutes and is now in the lead!


Forgetfulness 2

In ones rush to meet up with a good colleague, one hastily threw the gear into the car and set off. Three quarters of the way to the meeting point, the thought occurred ... "where's the spade!!!"

Damn, the chairmans curse had struck again!

Beginners luck ......

I had the pleasure of meeting a very pleasant young man at a detecting rally, who was over here on his first visit to the UK. He had been lent a detector, a spade and after a short introduction on how the machine work, he was left to his own devices. A couple of hours later, i came across him on the field by a gate entrance and asked him what he had found. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a few bits of scrap and seemed a little down that nothing else had come his way. I wished him well and as we parted he took one step and his detector gave out a great signal. I put mine down and helped him as he recovered his first coin..... an Edwards 1st penny, Bristol mint. His first words were "what is it?"

Needless to say i congratulated him on his success and we went our separate ways.

In the afternoon, on another field I saw him again. This time with a detector in one hand, spade in another and a beer bottle in a third!!!!! If this is detecting American style then count me in!
We stopped, talked and then made our ways and again, within a a step of departing, his detector emitted a signal, and after a little bit of digging, he pulled out an Elizabeth 1st half groat -1592.

At that point, I just knew it wasn't going to be my day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's Behind You.....

On a recent outing, 2 very good friends were coming to the end of a days detecting, and were chatting together about the finishing time. After the discussion, one turned away and his good friend ran his detector over his footprint and lo and behold recovered a 9 carat gold ring, with a date around the the turn of the 19th century. After a few choice words, congratulations were the order of the day.

The Farmers luck

This is a true story concerning a local farmer who enjoys a bit of metal detecting as and when we can lend him a machine.

The other week, he joined us on the field with a borrowed detector. Within 3 paces of getting out of the car, he gets a lovely signal which turns out to be a very worn hammered coin. A few minutes later, he pulls out an early 20th century sixpence. Needless to say we immediately took the detector off him so that we at least stood a reasonable chance of finding something.


There's always one bright spark!!

At a recent talk to a local, there were 3 club members in attendance. The computer had been switched on, the display screen erected, the projector adjusted and all was ready to go, except there was no electric signal coming through to the projector.

The extension lead plugs were checked, the wall socket switch was on, still no power.

Finally, having watched proceedings for a few minutes, a wise old boy came along and whispered, let me sort it out for you!!!! 

We then watched in amazement as he switched off the wall switch, removed the plug and took it over to the other side of the room and inserted it into the socket there, switched on and lo and behold, power!

He then sauntered back over, with a huge grin on his face .... "that socket over there don't work!!"

Mr President had struck again!!


Forgetfulness

posted Mar 11, 2011, 1:06 AM by A Standish

On a recent outing, one of our members discovered that he had forgotten his battery for the detector. So he rang a colleague who was coming along to join him, to see if he could call into the house and fetch it, thus saving a journey home of around 6 miles. All was going to plan, until the colleague got to our members house, only to discover the occupants had gone out for the day, without telling our detectorist.

A quick call established that the occupants were well en route to Northampton. So there was nothing else to do, but to get in the car and make the journey back home to get the battery. Thus wasting a good half hour of valuable detecting time.

On returning to the house, there was no sign of the battery. So where was it ...   yep you guessed it, it was in the car all along.

Manual Dexterity

posted Feb 8, 2011, 12:32 AM by A Standish   [ updated Feb 18, 2011, 12:33 AM ]

One hot summers day last year, our president and his good friend went detecting. The ground was hard and the rolled field was like walking on coke . After about two hours detecting the gruesome twosome made there way back to the car following the edge of the grass pathway.

What happened next was truly miraculous. Mr president tripped and he soared like an eagle, arms outstretched - [but not being fed on fillet steak, but on trill], he landed like a seal making its way up the beach .

At this wonderful sight his detecting buddy thought it was time for some of his humour and commented 
"I bet you was on the pop last night"

A slow movement of the head revealed, that Mr presidents face was slightly grazed and a trickle of blood ran down his cheek

Looking up at his detecting buddy, he narrowed his eyes and his mate, who realising that his comment didnt come at a good time. So, with all his experience of serving in Iraq, he quickly decided that discretion was the better part of valour,  made his excuses and left pretty damn quick .

So you maybe wondering why this sad story is titled Manual Dexterity, well it must be said that during the flight, the fall and the landing, - the minelab detector didnt once touch the ground.  

Now that's what is called Dexterity!

How about this for dedication

posted Nov 29, 2010, 12:56 AM by A Standish   [ updated Nov 29, 2010, 1:02 AM ]

This picture was taken on a scottish clubs rally, on the w/e of the 27th November.

You really have to admire the dedication of our Scottish cousins!

As luck would have it..

posted Nov 8, 2010, 1:06 AM by A Standish   [ updated Nov 15, 2010, 12:59 AM ]

Just recently, I was detecting on a local field when the farmer appeared. During the conversation it emerged that his father had lost a pocket watch in the field, way back in the 1960's.

As we walked and talked, the detector issued a loud signal. I was about to start digging when the farmer said give me the spade and then set about digging the hole.

Well we get to about spade depth and lo and behold, you never guess what emerged - yep a pocket watch. It was in poor condition, but a lovely recovery all the same. It helped solve the mystery of what had happened to it all them years ago.

As we were discussing the chances of finding such an item in a large field, the famer then stated that he been out with a detector which the club had leant him, and only last week had recovered his dads large penknife.

Them spirits up there are certainly looking over us both!...........

Surprise!!

posted Sep 20, 2010, 9:51 AM by A Standish   [ updated Oct 16, 2010, 8:03 AM ]

At a recent Finds Liason Surgery, my colleague and I  were handing in our finds for recording, when in comes a lovely, elderly lady who carefully unwrapped a small parcel and pulled out a Bronze Age Palstave axehead. It looked a picture. It had been carefully polished on a regular basis!.

During discussion, it turns out that the artefact was bought from a housesale in the early 70's, for half a crown! There followed a debate as to whether it was a forgery or real.

Weight wise it was very heavy, but in superb condition. It was decided that the FLO would take in the axehead for processing.

It certainly makes you think who found what, all them years ago, before PAS.

UPDATE - UPDATE - UPDATE - UPDATE
The find was returned from the FLO on the 15th october and it is confirmed as being the genuine article.

Uncanny, or spooky?

posted Sep 20, 2010, 12:55 AM by A Standish   [ updated Sep 21, 2010, 12:10 AM ]

Well, on a recent visit to sunny Harlow, where 3 of us had had a superb morning of finds. We returned to the car for a civilised lunch, of coffee, sandwiches, cakes and good conversation.

We speculated about the afternoon ahead and made lots of reference to the last 5 minutes of finds, what would it bring? The discussion centred around our wish for an 'Olympic' result - gold silver and bronze, - as the day drew to a close.

Well, would you believe it! The gods must have heard us, 15 minutes before the end of the day, as we were coming off the field, a nice military button was found. This was bettered with 5 minutes to go, with a whoopee of delight from a colleague who notched up his 1st silver thimble, and then 1 minute after that the 'gold star' of the day turned up in the shape of a Bronze age Potin from 100 BC.

Needless to say we were dumbfounded and gobsmacked about how the lunchtime conversation and hoped for finds had turned out.

Uncanny, or spooky?

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I think we've got everything right?...... part 3

posted Sep 7, 2010, 2:42 PM by A Standish

A good friend tells me of the time that he dashed out of the house one morning, grabbing his detector on the way. He goes to work  and at the end of the shift, dashes off to a local field where a local dig was going on. He changes into his detecting kit, assembles his machine and then goes to switch it on......... thats the first problem!

The control box was missing. It was in Ireland undergoing repairs!!!!

Oh dear, did his detecting friends laugh!!! However, one took pity and lent him the DEUS for the afternoon. 1 fibula, 3 roman coins and several bits of Bronze were pulled out of the ground. Then the rain came!

Next time ...check that the detector has its control box!

Chasing the dream - a cautionary tale

posted Aug 30, 2010, 4:04 AM by A Standish   [ updated Aug 31, 2010, 12:54 AM ]

This is a cautionary tale about chasing the dream machine.

Many experienced detectorists convince themselves that they are missing artefacts and signals which are outside the depth of their present machines. So they read up on the latest machines, assessing the publicity and then making a decision to buy it.

One detectorist spent in excess of £3000 chasing the dream machine and after talking to sales staff, who advised them that the machine would not be suitable for them, went ahead and bought it, without even testing it first! The machine duly arrived and the control box was strapped onto ones belt, leads attached and instructions read, it became very clear that just getting ready for the fields was going to be a major task in itself.

It soon became clear that learning the 'dream machine' was totally dependant on ones ability to distinguish the subtle tones. There was no other visual device to help you, like many machines have.

Well, one can imagine the sense of frustration that was building when after almost a year, the machine had hardly ever seen the light of day and when it did, caused the operator many a headache in trying to understand the signals.

Finally, a decison was made to part exchange the almost unused machine for another one. Yep, you guessed it, a heavy loss was incurred.

So several bits of advice are offered:-
1. Make sure you try before you buy,
2. Be certain that you do the research very carefully, before parting with the hard earned cash, and
3. Be very wary of the advertising content.

Don't make the same mistake as the detectorist above.

Make do and mend!

posted Aug 13, 2010, 8:35 AM by A Standish

A very experienced detectorist, was certain they had found a piece of bronze pot sherd. A closer examination revealed 2 holes and a pattern tapering to a point. The artefact was almost bent in half, so a gentle prodding and straightening, meant that the artefact snapped in two.

Being ever so resourceful and not wishing to seperate the 2 pieces, a quick trip to the shops to purchase some superglue and a very careful glueing back together, meant that any embarrassment had been avoided.

Hopefully, the saxon strap end will look as good as new.

So near and yet so far......

posted Aug 9, 2010, 12:19 AM by A Standish   [ updated Aug 10, 2010, 11:48 AM ]

Out with fellow detectorists yesterday, i decided to work in 20 metre strips along the hedgerow, going up, then back, then up again, before starting on the next section. A few hours later and several buckles and buttons to the good, i had just gone over the top of a ridge and decided it was lunchtime. I made a mark to show where i had reached and returned to the car.

Soon after a colleague comes rushing down the field to announce to everyone that they had found a 6th/7th century Anglo Saxon sceat. Where was it, yep you guessed it, in the next 20 metre strip that i would have covered. Well done friend on such a good find!

It's at times like this that you wished for an 'argos' sign to come out of the ground and point to its location!!.

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