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Hunting Andora Farm

Posted on November 6, 2016November 24, 2020 By Detecting Diva 14 Comments on Hunting Andora Farm
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Photos by Woody McKay

I arrived home from the Andora Farm hunt in Culpeper, VA at about 1 a.m. on the Monday morning after. I hadn’t planned on being home so late, I expected to roll in around 8 or 9pm while it was still Sunday. But, those plans were sidetracked by having faith in my GPS, and listening to folks who said “It’s Sunday, you can take 95, there won’t be much traffic on 95 on Sunday”.  Dumb, dumb, dumb.

I had made it down to Virginia in decent time, via interstate 81. I knew that route would take about an hour longer, and with flashbacks from previous 95 nightmares, I decided the extra hour would probably be worth it.  It turned out to be an extra two hours with all the construction in Pennsylvania… Right lane ends, merge left; left lane ends, merge right; right lane ends, merge left, etc…  

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Detecting Diva & Delaware Digger–I’m thinking joint YouTube video (if we could ever stop laughing…)

When I finally arrived, most folks were already there.  I was greeted by Woody and Steve from the Pennsylvania club, and we started the weekend off drinking some moonshine, and a really tasty concoction made of pink lemonade and Malibu.  Shortly after that, Tom and Terry, a.k.a. Delaware Digger (check out his YouTube channel)  joined us, and with the anticipation of the next days dig in the air, we drank, talked about finds, sites, past hunts, and laughed our asses off, until finally calling it a night.

Day One:

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At Breakfast (L to R): Tom, Steve, Terry, Myself & Woody

Morning came, and we all headed to the local breakfast spot. I was thrilled they had scrapple on the menu, and with my scrapple, eggs and pancakes I was in breakfast heaven. We got a laugh over the “Great Value” pancake syrup which was proudly plunked down on the table for us.  I guess that’s how they roll in Virginia, ’cause if we were in Yankee territory, they would have at least disguised the brand by putting it in a Aunt Jemima bottle.  Just sayin’.

After breakfast we headed on over to the Farm, a half hour early, yet it seemed like we were the last ones there. We met the owner Tom, and his wife–such awesome people, and were given the history of the property, an overview of what was found on the last hunt, and the lay of the land. It was all mixed with a lot of witty jabs from our host about us Yanks, i.e. Dinner was at 5pm, but if you were of the Confederate persuasion, it was at 4:30pm, and so on…

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The Creek, a.k.a. Mountain Run

After we’d been briefed everyone made haste to their vehicles, forming a beeline to cross the creek toward the corn fields. We were told the creek wasn’t high, only about 4 inches, and all those with 4 wheel drive could easily cross. I was about 4th in line, and as we descended toward the creek I took notice of the vehicles crossing in front of me. That water seemed a bit deeper than 4 inches, and I was in my little, low to the ground Impreza.  It has AWD, but still.  So I hesitated and motioned for others to go around me. I was starting to panic a little. I did not need any more car trouble in my life, but as the other vehicles passed by, the occupants assured me I could make it no problem.

I got brave and descended toward the creek to begin my crossing, which was not bad, until I realized the water was about a foot or more and coming up the door. I was like oh sh*t, and stepped on the gas a bit to try and get myself out of there quickly, but that was a disaster–I’ve never driven a car through anything but a puddle before, and the car started steering itself and lost traction. So I let off the gas a bit, and it started to move. I made it across with my heart beating fast, and saying prayers out loud that I didn’t just do something disastrous to my new car.  For the life of me, I don’t know why I sometimes listen to other people.

Once I was safely on dry ground, one of the guys came over and apologized for telling me to go through the creek and had me pop open the hood. He noted that the water had not reached the intake, and suggested I leave the hood open for a while and let it dry out.

I was still a little freaked out, and promptly called my guy, a retired race car driver, and current NASCAR inspector. He knows more about cars than anyone I’ve ever known, and if anyone could talk me out of a near panic attack, it would be him. He basically told me not to worry about it unless the car wouldn’t start, and told me not to go back through the creek (thanks for the über technical remote evaluation babe). Yes, his words were just common sense that anyone could have said, but coming from him they had a calming effect.  So after we spoke I stopped worrying, grabbed my gear and headed out into the field.

Someone from the Pennsylvania club (Roman) had sent down his Infinium with Woody for me to use at the hunt. I thought it was an extremely nice gesture for him to lend a machine to someone he didn’t even know, because you know how we are about our machines. So, Thank you Roman, I appreciated it.

After some brief instruction, I set imageoff, still a little perplexed, but hopeful. I was straining to listen for the high, low, high or low, high, low signals, but after a few targets I started to get the hang of it. I pulled some garbage and a few rusty things out of the ground, and I was like this is cool, but after about an hour I was having trouble swinging. The machine was too heavy for me, and I was a little disappointed, but I still had my E-trac.

People say you can’t hunt in mineralized soil with the E-trac, and you need a PI machine for depth. But I’m not going to dig anything that’s crazy deep anyway, so I gave it a whirl. I reasoned that I hunted DIV and a half dozen other sites in this area of Virginia with my E-trac, and did very well, so I figured I would here too. We moved to another field, and I found about a dozen lead bullets, but modern ones, not three ringers. So my machine was picking up lead at about 6″, what’s wrong with that? The guys with the PI machines were getting the same exact targets.

We hunted a few different areas through the day and came out pretty much empty handed, but Delaware Digger did find a fired three ringer, and our spirits were still high as we all headed back to the house for dinner.

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The table all set and ready for dinner

Our hosts put on quite an impressive spread for this group of diggers. It was so nice to just bring our appetites right in off the field to this wonderful meal of ham, roast beef, homemade biscuits, green beans, mashed potatoes, etc… There was plenty for everyone, and it was delicious.

In addition to the great food, there was the hum in the air of the type of excitement and enthusiasm only detectorists can generate when they are all together. There is a commraderie in this hobby unlike anything I’ve ever experienced among any other group of people. Whether you find treasure or not, metal detecting is just plain old good for the soul.

After dinner, we headed back to our motel, and mixed some more moonshine in with our laughter, while discussing hunt strategies for the next day.  I reluctantly called it a night after struggling to keep myself awake, and nodding off in my chair.

Day Two:

imageThe next morning everyone was hurrying back to the farm, excited to hunt, but also excited for breakfast (well at least I was). Folks seemed to be in a good mood, as they dined on the once again, delicious meal from our hosts. Eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits & gravy, pancakes, you can’t say they didn’t feed us well, and certainly were aware of our appetites.

Again, after breakfast  everyone headed to their vehicles. This time I did not participate in any creek crossing drama. I took the 10 minute drive around to the other side of the farm and let myself in the gate. Something I should have done the day before, but was too caught up in it all to realize there were other entrances.

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Discussing super secret hunt strategies

We had gotten info from someone who hunted the farm the previous year on where the campsites had been, so we headed toward that area. I had watched a video of that hunt, and from the background in the video, I thought the guys might be heading in the wrong direction, but I wasn’t sure, so I started wandering towards where I thought the sites were. After a while I did find the area, and it was kind of obvious because you could see where the ground had been previously disturbed, and the one especially square excavation spot from the video.

I hunted around the area for a bit, but I didn’t get so much as an iron signal.  It must have been picked pretty clean by the previous hunters.  A little discouraged, I took one last look at the area, sighed, and hiked it on out of there and up to the ridge where I was told lot of stuff was found on the previous hunt.

The ridge didn’t give up a lot of signals, except for that one sweet signal that I worked on for at least a half hour. It was under roots, but not just one root, it was many roots, and they were all criss crossed and mangled together. Try as I might, I just could not get around or through them. What I needed was a saw, which I didn’t have, so I finally gave up on it.

I got a few other decent signals, but all turned out to be garbage. I moved on to another area, and again, got another sweet signal, and again, roots. Large intertwined roots that I could not break through. I think the only reason those targets were still there is because someone else couldn’t get to them either.

The face you make when you realize you're sitting in a pile of horse sh*t!
The face you make when you realize you’re sitting in a pile of horse sh*t!

So, with nothing much to show for my efforts, I made my way back to the others, figuring I would be the only one who had a skunky day, but no one else really had any luck either. I heard that someone found a Virginia button in one of the front fields, and a gun tool and some kind of necklace piece was found, but there weren’t many finds that came out of those fields.

The owners then gave us permission to hunt around the house, and the finds started piling up. Steve’s first target was a three ringer, Delaware Digger pulled up 2 foreign silver coins (I think Australian) with holes in them, someone found an arrowhead, Woody picked up a Mercury dime in a hole with a bunch of nails, and I dug 2 flat buttons, a large lead ball, part of a clock, a spark plug, and part of a child’s toy gun.

Some of my finds
Some of my finds

Finally, we were finding stuff, and it was kind of funny to see everyone milling about the house excitedly digging. It didn’t last long though, because dinner was being served, and how could we miss out on our hosts great meals?

It was just like Thanksgiving as they brought out turkey, stuffing, biscuits, green beans, cranberry sauce, corn pudding, yams, etc… The finds may not have been too fantastic, but the food, the people, and the enthusiasm was.

imageAnother day was over, and our tired bunch made its way back to the motel where Jack Daniels and his brother Moonshine were waiting for us.

We drank, and talked and laughed, and laughed, and did I say laughed? Some of the stories Delaware Digger told were beyond funny, and the reminiscing, and the Jack Daniels they kept putting in my cup… Omg–what a great time!

Day Three:

I went to bed with a good buzz, and woke up with swollen eyes and a headache. Not the usual one bag under each eye until I shower and have coffee morning, this was serious two bags under each eye stuff, and my face was puffy too. It kind of made me wonder how I survived all the partying I did in my youth.

I showered, put some moisturizer on my face, added a little concealer, screwed up my mascara horribly, and then I said f**k it, and headed to the 7-11 for the largest coffee they had. Predictably, I was the last to show up to the farm, and most had already eaten and were off hunting. Some folks had to go home, so there were only about half of us left.

The hosts wanted to interview us for a documentary they were making, and I am notoriously interview shy, having turned down or made excuses for all detecting show invites–not to be mean, but because I am very aware that I am a writer, not a speaker.  I like to think about what I’m going to say before I say it, which doesn’t give me the ability to think and speak fast, for things like, say, interviews… A lot of the time it keeps me from saying stupid sh*t, but it can be frustrating to those trying to have a conversation with me when I pause too long before responding.

The Hangover Interview
The Hangover Interview

Anyway, they interviewed Woody, and were going to interview someone else, and I was ready to scoot on out of there when the host grabbed me and said, we’ll do you next. I was like oh my friggin’ God, hangover, clumpy mascara, swollen eyes and all, here it goes. I was in no state of mind for this, but it was over in a couple of minutes. So if they want to use the footage so be it, if not, that’s fine too.

After the interviews, we again went back out to the fields. The owners told us where the Indian settlement on their property had been, so Woody and I set out to find it.

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Dan with his arrowhead

We found the settlement, and hunted around a bit, then joined others at the top of the ridge. As soon as we got to that area, someone (Dan) was digging for a target and found an arrowhead in the hole, just like that. We were told a lot of arrowheads were found there, and every hole I dug I looked for white Quartz. I did find some Quartz, but I have no idea if it was part of a spear or arrowhead or not.

We hunted around for another hour or so, and all I found was some camp lead, but part of a spear was found by Woody laying right on top of the ground. Then I looked at the time–it was 1:30 pm, and I would have stayed all day, but I had a long drive in front of me. So I said good bye and good luck to the few that were left, and Woody and I headed to the house to say good-bye and thank our hosts.

I then bid a fond farewell to Woody, punched in home on my GPS and I was off.

The hunt was a bust, but the weekend was the best.  I was doing what I love to do most, and had a blast with this fun, awesome group of folks  Kind of hard to top that.

A special thank you going out here to Woody McKay of the Southeastern Pennsylvania Historical Recovery Group for taking such great photos.  Thank you Woody!

End of the day selfies
The Virginia button
My huge lead ball
Foo Foo Juice!
Good Times
Terry’s Three Ringer
Woody!
The Farm
Dan
The Creek
Some of my finds
The flat buttons
Woody getting interviewed
Steve’s button
The Corn Fields
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Comments (14) on “Hunting Andora Farm”

  1. disc440 says:
    November 6, 2016 at 9:16 am

    Enjoyed reading this Allyson. Sounded like a great time….wish I was able to do things like that again.

    1. Detecting Diva says:
      November 6, 2016 at 6:18 pm

      It was the best! You can still do it, you just have to take lots of breaks. Detect 5 minutes, drink some wine, detect 4 minutes, drink some wine, and so on…

      1. disc440 says:
        November 9, 2016 at 4:41 pm

        Hah, that would surely do me in…..I do have an MX Sport on the way and hopefully that will make me get off my duff. Now I need someone to do the digging….

        1. Detecting Diva says:
          November 10, 2016 at 8:22 pm

          I’d do it for ya Dick, but with distance being a factor, I think I’d be late for the hunt, or miss it entirely. Just go slow and take breaks. You don’t have to dig it all-just a few good targets, it’ll still be there the next time your up to it.

  2. John H says:
    November 6, 2016 at 1:53 pm

    Great read. That’s my kind of hunting.

    1. Detecting Diva says:
      November 6, 2016 at 6:23 pm

      I’m going to be a wise ass here John, and ask if it’s your kind of hunting ’cause alcohol was involved, or because not much was found? Pretty sure it’s because of the JD though.

  3. MARK STANTON says:
    November 6, 2016 at 4:35 pm

    Who’s your boyfriend again?

    1. Detecting Diva says:
      November 6, 2016 at 6:30 pm

      I thought it was you–oh wait, this is the other Mark–sshhhh I didn’t tell him about us yet.

  4. Dennis Boucher says:
    November 6, 2016 at 6:14 pm

    Once again Allyson Job Well Done

    1. Detecting Diva says:
      November 6, 2016 at 6:27 pm

      Thanks For your kind words Dennis, I appreciate it. Hoping to have some more to write about soon.

  5. ronald scherick says:
    November 6, 2016 at 11:02 pm

    Thank you for sharing your adventure with us i am glad you new car survived . You are a skilled writer . I was stationed in Ft lee Va in the army so reading this brought back many memories I wish I had my metal detector back then

    1. Detecting Diva says:
      November 7, 2016 at 9:02 pm

      Thank you Ronald. I can’t tell you how many places I could have detected, if only I had gotten into this hobby sooner. Especially the old fairgrounds-closed & abandoned for years, and I lived right up the street. I kick myself every time I drive by the mall they built on top of it. I can only imagine what lies beneath…

  6. Woody McKay says:
    November 27, 2016 at 6:06 pm

    Great job on the blog Allison!

    1. Detecting Diva says:
      November 27, 2016 at 8:09 pm

      Thx Woody! Looks like you guys had better luck at DIV! Let’s get together again soon!

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