My family thinks I’m nuts. After all, I am only twenty-seven. When they envision a metal detecting hobbyists, they envision some retiree in his early sixties sweeping the beach for spare change and discarded tin-foil.
Perhaps in some past life, I was a sixty-something retiree because I love metal detecting. As a matter of fact, the prospect of metal detecting was my best idea since putting my kids in daycare for two more days a week. THAT is saying something.
I’ve been called an old soul by strangers, friends, and family. What can I say? I like old stuff. My family playfully suggests that my house is more like grandma’s house than… well… grandma’s house. I guess most twenty-seven-year-olds would take that as a hint, not just a reminder to dust the spaghetti poodle collection and rotate the carnival glass display.
I couldn’t tell you when my passion for old stuff started–I’ve always just suspected that the passion was embedded within my soul–but I can tell you when I decided to embrace it. As a teenager living in Rhode Island, I used to scour the dumps behind our house for old bottles and crocks. I would haul them all back home and stack them in the windows of our dilapidated shed–it was no china hutch but it did the trick.
In my early twenties, I rediscovered my love for relics and started picking–another hobby of mine. I would–and still do–frequent yard sales and thrift stores for something well-seasoned and ridiculously under-priced. I will admit that I have a tendency to collect more than I resell–the curse of being an old soul.
Just last year, after discovering that my uncle lived beside an old dump, I reverted back to dump digging. I dug a few radial street lamps from the 1920s before having a chance encounter with a deer tick and ending my digging season with Lymes. It took a few doses of antibiotics to kick it, but I’m doing better these days.
All that being said, I have always been a treasure hunter and I suppose that metal detecting was the next logical step.
In November of 2014, I purchased my first metal detector. I’m only two years into the hobby, but I’ve made some pretty wicked discoveries, met some incredible people, and even embraced that affinity that I carry for yesterday–for pursuing tangible history and not just staring at boring dribbles in a history book.