MarkTwa8n
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The earlier thread about stupid questions people ask us reminded me that I still had this picture on my Ipod.
A few days ago I hit Muruku beach. This beach is on Hamahiga Island, not far from where I found my gold coin. It was cold (cold for the tropics) and it looked like it was about to rain. I hoped to dig a few targets before I it got too wet.
The beach was deserted except for an old grandmother and her two grandsons, playing bad mitten. The Grandmother was the most joyful lady I had ever met. She came over to introduce herself, offer me some tea, and to see what I was doing. I was surprised that she didn't speak Japanese...or English. They were tourists from Indonesia. The eldest boy, 9 years old, spoke a little English.
The two brothers quickly got treasure fever. We worked out a system. I would hunt and mark "X"'s in the sand where I found a good target. One brother would scoop, and if my little scoop came up dry, the other brother used my Pro Pointer to find the target.
The glee in their eyes when they scooped up a coin was almost enough to make you cry. I think I was about their age when I used a toy metal detector to find my first Morgan silver dollar. After that, I never forgot that feeling, and I bet 30 years from now these boys just might be spending a few hours a week out on a beach with their own detectors.
A few days ago I hit Muruku beach. This beach is on Hamahiga Island, not far from where I found my gold coin. It was cold (cold for the tropics) and it looked like it was about to rain. I hoped to dig a few targets before I it got too wet.
The beach was deserted except for an old grandmother and her two grandsons, playing bad mitten. The Grandmother was the most joyful lady I had ever met. She came over to introduce herself, offer me some tea, and to see what I was doing. I was surprised that she didn't speak Japanese...or English. They were tourists from Indonesia. The eldest boy, 9 years old, spoke a little English.
The two brothers quickly got treasure fever. We worked out a system. I would hunt and mark "X"'s in the sand where I found a good target. One brother would scoop, and if my little scoop came up dry, the other brother used my Pro Pointer to find the target.
The glee in their eyes when they scooped up a coin was almost enough to make you cry. I think I was about their age when I used a toy metal detector to find my first Morgan silver dollar. After that, I never forgot that feeling, and I bet 30 years from now these boys just might be spending a few hours a week out on a beach with their own detectors.