Metal Detectors


I am on my second metal detector.  The first one I picked up in a pawn shop for ten dollars, and it was about worth that.  I think I found a penny with it, and lots and lots of ferric materials, aluminum cans, even an old toothpaste tube that had some kind of metallic coating.  Now I have one that is still cheap, yet it can discriminate: theoretically.  I have not found gold, silver, or platinum yet.  Early days.

One thing I have observed about running a search grid with a metal detector is that my eyes are locked on the ground with each sweep of the coil.  The pictures above are of the one interesting thing that I have found with a metal detector so far, and it was not the metal detector that beeped.  It caught my eye.  It was found in Moscow, Idaho in the early part of the 21st century.

This is an early 20th century watch fob made of brass.  It promises $100 worth of refund for medical treatment.  I assume this is some form of medical insurance.  It just goes to show that even when one steps off into the frontier, people were still worried about how to stay alive in a civilized way.  Maybe it is just that people were still trying to practice a little hoodoo even then.  We must remember that 25 years before this fob was carried on the bow of a pocket watch, people back East thought of this as the frontier.  My own grandmother was born in Prescott, Washington in 1890.  It only became a state in November the year before.  I am sure some of them were still looking for treasure even when she was born at the ranch.  Ah, the wild west!

I have not had much luck with watches.  My lifestyle or my carelessness seems to be a little bit much for them.  They do not last long.  For a time, I tried cheap pocket watches.  When I was trying them, I had a 22-carat gold watch fob made modeled on this artifact.  I was feeling stylish at the time.  It has a nice, clear garnet fragment mounted in the middle.  You can see it in the middle of the top two pictures if you tap this link:

At the very least the gold is worth money when times get hard.  Better to have hard times with stuff to pawn, then have hard times without stuff to pawn.

Ancestor worship is strange, all those whispering voices coming back from the id.  Maybe that is why I am working on the discrimination factor with my metal detector searches.  It seems to me that when I start a grid, I should at least look at the ground with my eyes and its history first.  It will save me a lot of dry holes, not that I cannot use the exercise.  This body needs to keep moving for a bit longer until the technology, or the magick gets me my android upgrade.

I try and keep in mind that I am not a human being; I am an animal.  As a hominid, I come from a long line of tool users, metal detectors, fire, glass alembics, watches, they all have their uses.  I wrote a poem a very long time ago.  I think it applies fairly well to us tool users, us treasure hunters:







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About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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