I’ll start with the fact that if I hadn’t loved history since childhood, it’s unlikely that I would have become so seriously ill with the most terrible disease as a cop…
For me, the first season began in the early spring of 2017. At the end of February, after much ordeal, I ordered my first device — Fisher F22. I had never encountered lovers of instrument search before and did not know what awaited me in the lands of the Primorsky Territory. That’s why I was looking forward to my parcel.
Before the snow had even melted, I was already running around the previously designated places in search of at least some signs that people lived here, there were houses, life was in full swing. And here is the first signal!!! I impatiently grab a shovel and am already clearing my first plug from the still cold, but already melting earth. I was happy! Yes, yes, I was as happy as a child! I did it! MY FIRST FIND (as if I shot a mammoth on my first hunt) was the most ordinary traffic jam. I can’t count how much of this happiness I dug up during my first season. If only they paid a ruble for a traffic jam….eh. There are no cork collectors among the readers?
But I wanted to tell you not about the shmurdyak, but about my personal field of miracles (fools) & #8212; whoever is more comfortable. In my native village, in every sense, where my mother is from (now we have a dacha there, so my attendance there was enviable). Her mother told how, behind the railway, when she was still very little, there were dilapidated barracks and the children played football and other simple games there. And so I moved to that area…
Each time my collection was replenished with more and more new finds — buttons, cartridges, bullets, cartridges, badges, and coins, of course, from the Soviet period and the late empire. I was happy, since this was a place untouched by the comrade’s shovel and the number of finds pleased me all season. Even when the grass everywhere was taller than I was tall in the clearing, the locals mowed the grass, which was to my benefit.
I met a local seeker, who told me several places well known to everyone (that’s why they didn’t even bother to bury the holes that had been beaten repeatedly and unfortunately). Well, I surprised him by the fact that there is such a field in this village. He didn’t believe it, he said that he had already achieved everything in four years. I showed him this clearing — Well, I’m not a greedy person. On the very first day of the joint dig, the earthly grandfather gave the comrade a can of milk, which he did not have before. His emotions of joy from the find were enough for me.
I’m looking forward to the start of my second season, making notes for myself for the upcoming field trips. I really want to try to involve my wife in my hobby so that she can find her first coin. I hope at least then I will hear less from her that I spend all my free time in the fields and villages. 😉
Good luck to everyone in your search!
Sent by comrade Evgeniy P.
