Skippy SH13
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Gee whiz... I wish all my hunts were this productive!
Last night, I was watching Boston Legal with my wife, and I slowly watched the light disappear from the window, as it got dark. Around 7:15, I decided I didn't care that it was dark out and asked my wife if it would be ok if I went metal detecting.
She gave me the same answer she always does, "Sure, have fun!"
I grabbed my jacket and hat, tossed the equipment in the truck, and made sure I had the headlamp... and I headed to my favorite "Jewelry Box."
This elementary school is one that I go to when I simply MUST find a ring. It's got a very large field accessible from all sides by the neighborhoods, a Boys and Girls Club is next to it, and there are afterschool programs that keep the field constantly in use (in the daylight anyway!). It's a magnet for jewelry, and I've found 50+ rings there over the last 4 years, including 5 gold ones.
Last night was no exception... I fully expected to find one or two rings... but even I was surprised at the volume of my encounters. At ring #4, I actually called out (in the middle of the field), "HOLY !!!!." When I pulled back to back rings out. Randomly, about 20 feet apart. I found a ring roughly every 10 minutes while hunting. Total hunt time was just over 75 minutes. Total ring count? EIGHT.
The gold was the last of the night. Rang up a 42-48-43-48... enough to be intriguing, which is all it takes for me. I pulled it out of the ground and instantly saw the lack of corrosion on the shank, and the brilliant stones looked promising too. My headlamp was a little TOO bright, though, and I couldn't make out what the shank inscription was, even though I could tell something was there. Either way, I was 90% positive it was gold.
That was it for me. I did another 3 rows, and then headed home.
When I got home, I pulled all the change and rings out (you can see the picture below), and I DANG if I couldn't find the ring. I panicked. I looked into the bag, to see if it was there... I dumped the bag on the ground. I sifted through the trash from the pouch... I went to the truck and carefully tore it apart looking for the gold glint of promise...
NOTHING.
I was dying inside.... Would I have to go back to the elementary school to find it? One last ditch effort, I went back to the wood plank where the finds were, and looked to see if maybe the ring had gotten stuck inside another ring (it happens sometimes). Nope. Then I noticed something... There were EIGHT rings in there... Whaaa??
Oh... THERE IT IS!! Right in front of my eyes, just dirty. LOL Never was lost, never fell out of the pouch... just was a dirty ring, and I missed the glint of gold. I felt both relieved and stupid at the same time. Then I realized, that's my normal state of being. All is well in the world.
The gold ring rang up 2.0 grams on the nose. The stones are not real. They have the whitish look of CZ, and definitely failed the diamond tester.
Gold is gold, though. #16 FTY!
Cheers!
Skippy
Last night, I was watching Boston Legal with my wife, and I slowly watched the light disappear from the window, as it got dark. Around 7:15, I decided I didn't care that it was dark out and asked my wife if it would be ok if I went metal detecting.
She gave me the same answer she always does, "Sure, have fun!"
I grabbed my jacket and hat, tossed the equipment in the truck, and made sure I had the headlamp... and I headed to my favorite "Jewelry Box."
This elementary school is one that I go to when I simply MUST find a ring. It's got a very large field accessible from all sides by the neighborhoods, a Boys and Girls Club is next to it, and there are afterschool programs that keep the field constantly in use (in the daylight anyway!). It's a magnet for jewelry, and I've found 50+ rings there over the last 4 years, including 5 gold ones.
Last night was no exception... I fully expected to find one or two rings... but even I was surprised at the volume of my encounters. At ring #4, I actually called out (in the middle of the field), "HOLY !!!!." When I pulled back to back rings out. Randomly, about 20 feet apart. I found a ring roughly every 10 minutes while hunting. Total hunt time was just over 75 minutes. Total ring count? EIGHT.
The gold was the last of the night. Rang up a 42-48-43-48... enough to be intriguing, which is all it takes for me. I pulled it out of the ground and instantly saw the lack of corrosion on the shank, and the brilliant stones looked promising too. My headlamp was a little TOO bright, though, and I couldn't make out what the shank inscription was, even though I could tell something was there. Either way, I was 90% positive it was gold.
That was it for me. I did another 3 rows, and then headed home.
When I got home, I pulled all the change and rings out (you can see the picture below), and I DANG if I couldn't find the ring. I panicked. I looked into the bag, to see if it was there... I dumped the bag on the ground. I sifted through the trash from the pouch... I went to the truck and carefully tore it apart looking for the gold glint of promise...
NOTHING.
I was dying inside.... Would I have to go back to the elementary school to find it? One last ditch effort, I went back to the wood plank where the finds were, and looked to see if maybe the ring had gotten stuck inside another ring (it happens sometimes). Nope. Then I noticed something... There were EIGHT rings in there... Whaaa??
Oh... THERE IT IS!! Right in front of my eyes, just dirty. LOL Never was lost, never fell out of the pouch... just was a dirty ring, and I missed the glint of gold. I felt both relieved and stupid at the same time. Then I realized, that's my normal state of being. All is well in the world.
The gold ring rang up 2.0 grams on the nose. The stones are not real. They have the whitish look of CZ, and definitely failed the diamond tester.
Gold is gold, though. #16 FTY!
Cheers!
Skippy