Treasure hunting at North Hartland beach was good practice
Standing with my Garrett Ace 250 and beach sand scoop near the water's edge.
There’s a natural excitement in treasure hunting that begins to build each time your metal detector sounds off on a solid target.
Your adrenalin starts pumping, your heart begins beating faster, and your mind suddenly is filled with anticipation.
You dig, and then you dig some more, expectations running high.
This reaction sums up my latest metal detecting excursion at North Hartland Dam Recreation Area in Hartland, Vermont. And thus time, my Garrett Ace 250 zeroed in on some really promising targets --but they were all trash, except for a 1995 clad penny.
I’ll take it. A penny saved is a penny earned, as the old saying goes.
But nature has a way of casting aside one’s disappointments. The pristine beauty of this man-made preserve, now managed by the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, is magnificent. Everything here is so green, so crisp and calm — so vital to an easy state of mind.
Metal detecting always has a way of attracting future treasure hunters.
However, based on what I’ve learned from other metal detecting enthusiasts, no one goes away empty handed forever.
There will come a time when the earth's cover gives up its bounty: coins of silver or clad, jewelry, rings, necklaces, maybe even gold.
Persistence often pays handsomely in metal detecting.
But not today.
An old fishing hook, broken bottle, eraser head, and square-head nail couldn't escape the electronic coil of the Garrett Ace 250.
The day's other finds included a 1995 penny and a spent .22 caliber shell casing. (Darla Sterett and Allan Stein photos)