Talk about beginners luck.
I took out my Tejon to my old high school. I was sort of initally frustrated by all the trash and the confusion associated with learning metal deecting so I decided to just put it where "silver was supposed to be" and walked 100 yards to the edge of a ballfield and stumbled onto a perfect Italian silver necklace with 11 saphires.
Then I went to my old elementary school. Now this is where it gets even better.
Back in the early 70's (in my area of NY) there was a thing called a "sheriffs junior deputy badge". You got your badge after sitting through a series of presentations by the local sheriffs department. At the end we all swore to be good doobies and uphold all laws. We signed a paper and then we all anxiously awaited the day we got our badges presented.
Well, the day finally came and one by one our names were called and we proudly recieved aknowlegment of our graduation from the "academy". We were all hyped up running around arreseting anyone and everyone for the slightest transgressions. At recess things got a little out of hand and I ended up in an altercation in which the suspect resisted arrest. Somehow we managed to tumble down a hill and when the dust cleared and I had my man in custody, I looked for my badge and it was gone. I had broken it from it's attachment to my belt. I spent the rest of recess searching in vain and went homr delected.
I never forget out that old junior deputy badge. You guessed it. I found it. Right there at the base of the hill where I lost it over 35 years before.
Thanks fer lookin.
I took out my Tejon to my old high school. I was sort of initally frustrated by all the trash and the confusion associated with learning metal deecting so I decided to just put it where "silver was supposed to be" and walked 100 yards to the edge of a ballfield and stumbled onto a perfect Italian silver necklace with 11 saphires.
Then I went to my old elementary school. Now this is where it gets even better.
Back in the early 70's (in my area of NY) there was a thing called a "sheriffs junior deputy badge". You got your badge after sitting through a series of presentations by the local sheriffs department. At the end we all swore to be good doobies and uphold all laws. We signed a paper and then we all anxiously awaited the day we got our badges presented.
Well, the day finally came and one by one our names were called and we proudly recieved aknowlegment of our graduation from the "academy". We were all hyped up running around arreseting anyone and everyone for the slightest transgressions. At recess things got a little out of hand and I ended up in an altercation in which the suspect resisted arrest. Somehow we managed to tumble down a hill and when the dust cleared and I had my man in custody, I looked for my badge and it was gone. I had broken it from it's attachment to my belt. I spent the rest of recess searching in vain and went homr delected.
I never forget out that old junior deputy badge. You guessed it. I found it. Right there at the base of the hill where I lost it over 35 years before.
Thanks fer lookin.
