Carol Cole is a newbie to the hobby of metal detecting, it is something she has always wanted to do, and she has been officially at it for about a month now.
Carol lives in northeast Kansas, is retired, married, with children, grand children and great-grandchildren. She volunteers at her local arts center for BBBS, and enjoys watercolor, collage and found objects (imagine that) mixed media.
Carol found her first Barber dime yesterday afternoon, and says “I danced like the crazy woman I am. My friend thought I was having a heart attack.”
I’d say Carol is already hooked on the hobby, enough to already start writing about it anyway, and I am happy to welcome another woman into the crazy, fun and sometimes obsessive world of metal detecting!
I hope you enjoy the following article by Carol about her first experiences with a metal detector.
What’s in Your Yard?
by Carol Cole
Five minutes after a little quick instruction, I was ready to try out my friend’s metal detector in a local park. I hit a solid signal, dug down about 2 inches, found a clad quarter and three clad pennies. My first pocket spill.
I screamed “Eureka” effectively scaring the little kids in the tot park, and thoroughly embarrassing my friend.
It was an epiphany of unequaled proportions.
I was hooked.
A week later, the UPS guy delivered my own detector and a pro pointer. I headed out that afternoon and have been like a crazy woman ever since. When it rains, or it is really cold, I watch detecting videos or soak up information about detecting in online forums. I conned my hubby into making a serrated edge on an aluminum trowel. He did a great job, and it works like a dream. I am trying to learn to speak “detectorist” lingo. I carry spare batteries in my glove compartment. My eyes are constantly looking for a new place to hunt. I network with friends and relatives. It is surprising how many opportunities have opened up.
Housework , laundry and cooking have taken a step backward. I bring carry-out home sometimes after a long day of digging. I do laundry late at night. Vacuuming reminds me of swinging the detector. It is even okay now to suck up a Lego now and then. Did I mention I was hooked?
Right now I dig most every signal. My buddy says you could bury a small animal in the holes I plunder, but I am getting better. I throw away the trash, replace all intact worms, and try to leave the ground looking like I had never been there. I did find my first silver the other day, a 1960 quarter. What a thrill!
I am thinking a real entrepreneur could make money aeratingfolks yards, collecting and selling the worms you find, ridding property of trash, returning lost items, and maybe find a bit of treasure for one’s self in the process.
A day’s worth of bending down , kneeling, and digging can wear on this old crow’s bones, but it is great exercise and such an adventure. And, like an old crow, I am looking for anything shiny!
Comments on ““What’s in Your Yard?” Guest Post by Carol Cole”
Carole you sound like me last summer. I am hopelessly hooked. I now have all kinds of rusty things on my coffee table, mud tracks on the carpet, a shovel in the corner, and my most favorite recent purchase a new pair of Wellies. It is good I live alone. I now buy all my jeans dependant on how many good pockets they have, with no extra metal rivets to interfere with my signals. Welcome to our hobby! BTW I am 65.
Carol it’s nice to see more woman in the field good luck
Great post Carol. Welcome to a great pastime. I look forward to reading more about your future efforts.
CONGRATS CAROL! Welcome to your new addiction!
Good on Ya Carol and welcome to the world of the reverse age group of silver haired old Ladies. Like you I’d always wanted to ‘try it’ and at 64 (5 years ago) I had my 1st detector which soon became apparent just didn’t ‘cut it’. I now have a Safari and a variety of coils. The latest addition is the Detech Ultimate 13″ which I happily swing for abt.4 hours. I have a small area of my own land and everything has to be tried out there first. I’ve had several coins and bits from there but with the new coil I had my eureka moment the day it arrived. I found a 1600’s shoe buckle and a musket ball in my field. Imagine that, in my field.
Your house sounds like mine. Every window ledge has it’s own little collection of goodies. I am still hoping for that elusive hoard of coins though.
Very best of luck to you. A new reason for living and getting out in the fresh air with some gentle exercise thrown in.
I got started a few years back (just turned 55 last month). At that time I lived in CT and was mostly a dirt hunter. Nine months ago I moved to northeastern MA and have several beaches within a few miles of my home. Beach and sand hunting is VERY different from dirt hunting. The best part is Mother Nature makes sure new keepers come rolling in each time the tide turns. One thing I do notice is that coins take a beating on the beach – no surprise there, I guess.
Anyway, I love your enthusiasm. Good luck and HH!
I would love to live near the beach. You’re right, with every tide comes more treasure–Good Luck!
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