Buried Treasure

~Buried Treasure~


The other day a guy stopped by our place with a real fancy metal detector.  He said he had noticed that our place was probably at least 100 years-old, and had a good chunk of property with it, so wondered if I would mind him looking around.  I told him it was okay with me, but I wanted to accompany him in his search and that we should split anything that might be of value. He agreed, so off we went into the pasture. 


We started the search at the northeast corner of the pasture, and slowly walked a straight line as the guy, named Dave,  waved his detector slowly back and forth keeping it close to the ground.  The gadget had blinking lights and made "beeps" and other sounds. It was "high-tech", as they say. Dave had just got the thing, so was still learning how to use it.  He kept making adjustments by turning knobs and so-forth.   


After a short while his detector began beeping enthusiastically, so we stopped on the spot, and I started to dig, using the small camp shovel, that was my task to carry. I had dug about six inches when I found a rusty old horse shoe. Not worth anything, but I tossed it in the bucket that I was also responsible for. After I put the shoe in the bucket the detector kept beeping, so I continued to dig. Because the beeping was loud, and the orange light on the contraption was blinking rapidly we thought there might be something big down there.  


After I had dug about a foot and a half I thought it might make sense to fetch a larger shovel in order to speed up the search, so I went to the shed and got a garden shovel. Dave turned the detector off until I returned in order to preserve battery life. As I continued to dig and dig, the detector kept beeping and blinking enthusiastically, but I uncovered nothing but unkindly and uncooperative rocks that I had to toss out of the hole, which was now about three feet deep. I paused my digging for a moment and asked Dave if he was sure the detector was working properly. He assured me it was. He bought it brand new.


Well, about the time I noticed I was standing shoulder-deep in the hole I told Dave I was about to give-up the search, but if he wanted to continue digging I was willing to hold the metal detector, then I tossed the shovel out of the hole.  As soon as I did, the detector's beeping and blinking stopped.  


"Good grief, I said to Dave: We have been "detecting" the dang shovels!"


D. B. Tompsett



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