Hello. I would like to write to you about why I am participating in the competition and why I need a metal detector.
My husband has been doing amateur digging with a metal detector for about a year now. At first I couldn’t understand his eagerness to go somewhere and walk through fields and forests all day. But after the first finds and his joy for them, it became most interesting to look for antiquities. For this purpose, she suggested going to the edge of the city and looking for something there among the dacha plots (from childhood I remember my friends showing me old coins that they came across right in the garden beds).
And so we went to the dachas. The weather is lovely – sunshine, light breeze. For some reason, in addition to his metal detector, my husband also took his hiking clothes and rubber boots. Having arrived at the place from the bus stop, we went to the very edge of the dacha plots, among which there were more abandoned ones. It was then that I realized why my husband needed his hiking clothes – clouds of biting midges, grass that scratched my legs. Even though my husband told me to wear something more suitable, I didn’t think it would look like that. My fantasy imagined something like a walk and meanwhile digging up coins and other old things from the ground, and everything turned into a husband wrapped in encephalitis and him walking through the tall grass. Sometimes he stopped and then started digging. I walked along the road and, spraying mosquito spray and waving a branch, scared away swarms of voracious insects.
After about forty minutes, my patience ran out and I asked my husband to organize our “joint” camping trip. My husband came out onto my road. His malicious face was visible through the mask net (and he doesn’t feel sorry for his wife) and he began to tell me: “Did I warn you? Now we need to go home. I just started” and be-be-be be-be-be….
Having reached the stop, I learned a lot of interesting things from what my husband thinks about the local summer residents who littered everything in the area, and for one thing about what you can and should look for here. While we were waiting for the bus at the bus stop, my husband, all wet from sweat and dust, threw aside pieces of wire, corks, nails, and then he gave me some kind of button, a few coins, as he called them “tips,” one “empire” and one incomprehensible coin, which was identified (at home after searching on the Internet) by us as “China, second half of the 19th century.” It is difficult to say more precisely due to its state of preservation.
This coin was lying under our feet!!! Under my feet!!! when I was running with other children to swim along the same road to the river beach… My emotions are overflowing for what was a joyful find for me (after all, I suggested where to dig). Now I carry this beauty in my wallet. Well, no matter what, it’s old, but it’s mine.
Want Want want. I want to find MY coin and more than one.
Good luck to everyone in your search for interesting finds.
Sent by Maria Sh.
