No metal detecting lately. None. Zilch. Zero. Nada.
Blame it on the as of yet unknown condition that is zapping my energy. I suppose it could be old age but come on! I’m not even 50 yet!
I tried to detect the other day but it felt like I was running a marathon. Anyway, the doc gave me something mostly to humor me as he couldn’t find anything wrong with me heart nor with me lungs.
Be that as it may, although I am not disturbing the soil, many metal detecting related things are happening. Some are truly crazy and some are the result of our success as a club (see Wheat State Treasure Hunters)
The hobby is enjoying a boom around here. It seems I see a new person everyday detecting in my beloved parks. That’s a good thing. This hobby is great and I wish it on everyone.
Meanwhile, Maurice gives me longing looks every time I walk by it. He was born to find hidden treasure in the dirt, not to sit in my language lab collecting dirt. Alas! I feel his pain.
I suppose it will all be sweeter when I finally return to swinging the coil.
Thank for stopping by!
The Dirt Is Good To Me 
I am tired 24/7 and have had multiple tests done to determine why. End result….nada. The advice? Exercise more. Apparently they didn’t understand my problem?
LOL Dick!