The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
Thursday, March 12, 2020
They call it the Garrett "carrot"
My Garrett pinpointer arrived this morning and everyone on the metal detecting sites tells me it's a game-changer.
However, I left it at home this afternoon when I went to a nearby park to sift sand around the playground area. I figured the pinpointer wouldn't be necessary. As it turned out, I could have used it to save myself a lot of scooping.
This was my first hunt away from our yard and I'm moderately pleased with the stuff I unearthed in the space of an hour.
I found a little Mustang and 14 cents in change, along with a nail and some other trash. I'm a long way from being able to understand what my metal detector is telling me, but I'm having fun and learning.
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