Tom_in_CA
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Here's an old story I read on a forum years ago, that bears repeating again. It was some dude's lament that went something like this :
He had gotten into the hobby of metal detecting, somewhere in the upper midwest or plains states somewhere. This was, I think, back in the mid 1990s when the internet was still fairly new (and not everyone was plugged in, nor was everything digitized like today).
He finds out there's a club in the nearby bigger city. And makes the monthly drive to attend their meetings. He meets other long-time md'rs from his area of the state, and starts to make friends. He absorbs everything he can about the type detectors, joins the competition hunts, etc... And as can be expected, keeps an ear tuned for the type places they hunt at.
One of the places that several long-time members of the club would hunt, was a large reservoir in that part of the USA, that served the water needs of dozens of surrounding counties. Ie.: a giant reservoir, built perhaps in the late 1940s (CCC or army corps of engineer, or whatever). And had since become a big tourist draw for water skiing, swimming, houseboating, camping, fishing, etc.... And since it had scores of beaches, with thousands of swimmers/visitors on any given summer weekend, it had become a go-to spot for md'rs to ply their luck for rings, coins, etc.... The newbie would occasionally join his buddies on hunts there.
A few years into his hobby one day, he was noticing that the temperatures had been scolding hot during a holiday 3 day summer weekend. So he knew therefore, that the reservoir had probably seen capacity crowds. So he decided he was going to try his luck at the beaches there, @ the first thing Monday morning .
To be continued :......
He had gotten into the hobby of metal detecting, somewhere in the upper midwest or plains states somewhere. This was, I think, back in the mid 1990s when the internet was still fairly new (and not everyone was plugged in, nor was everything digitized like today).
He finds out there's a club in the nearby bigger city. And makes the monthly drive to attend their meetings. He meets other long-time md'rs from his area of the state, and starts to make friends. He absorbs everything he can about the type detectors, joins the competition hunts, etc... And as can be expected, keeps an ear tuned for the type places they hunt at.
One of the places that several long-time members of the club would hunt, was a large reservoir in that part of the USA, that served the water needs of dozens of surrounding counties. Ie.: a giant reservoir, built perhaps in the late 1940s (CCC or army corps of engineer, or whatever). And had since become a big tourist draw for water skiing, swimming, houseboating, camping, fishing, etc.... And since it had scores of beaches, with thousands of swimmers/visitors on any given summer weekend, it had become a go-to spot for md'rs to ply their luck for rings, coins, etc.... The newbie would occasionally join his buddies on hunts there.
A few years into his hobby one day, he was noticing that the temperatures had been scolding hot during a holiday 3 day summer weekend. So he knew therefore, that the reservoir had probably seen capacity crowds. So he decided he was going to try his luck at the beaches there, @ the first thing Monday morning .
To be continued :......