When I was very small, it was always a treat to visit the local playground. Sometimes, my older brother (
@Torpedo) would take along his Bounty Hunter Tracker IV, and he'd let his two little siblings try it out. But by the time I was older & we had moved to a new area, the metal detector mostly sat forlorn & unused. But one day late in 2016, my two brothers came across some videos online that helped to reignite our interest in the hobby. At first, I saw these videos as amusing... after all, what's the big deal about finding a metal button in the dirt?
At some point, I realized the history behind these otherwise menial objects, and, having long been fascinated with history, that probably helped to change my perspective. Before long, we were intrigued! We could hardly wait for the frozen earth to thaw.
And so in the spring of 2017 - even before the snow had disappeared - we bundled up and headed out to the yard, armed with shovels & a pair of metal detectors. To our disappointment, we discovered that the ground was yet too hard for the shovel to pierce, so we gathered our gear and went inside... defeated but not deterred.
Almost as soon as the earth had softened, we tried again. At the time, my younger brother (
@Wolf-Dog) & I shared the Bounty Hunter BHJS, taking turns throughout the hunt. My finds from our back acreage that day? Rusty nails & screws, mostly; throw in a couple of .22 casings which possibly dated back to the past few summer's target practice... but best of all, an afternoon of fun with my two brothers, and a happy start to a hobby that we would enjoy for years to come.
It's rather hard to believe it's been nearly 6 years since we began detecting & joined this forum. In that time, I've made some fun finds, though nothing yet that's very old or valuable. (Even the traditional silver coin has eluded me.) But I can be okay with that. To me, there's more to the hunt than the finds.... like the excitement of listening to a pure, strong signal... the thrill of hearing the pinpointer sound at the clump of dirt in my hand. Digging a plug, spotting the find. Swinging the detector, and - for me - humming a favorite hymn as I walk. Pausing, with my detector in hand, to enjoy a sunset, or to watch the birds play while the waves gently lap at the lake shore. Exploring God's creation. Knowing that, regardless of the quality or quantity of my finds, I am blessed to have this opportunity to pursue a hobby I enjoy!