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Get out of the house!

Now!

Today!

Immediately!

I don't care if you only get out in the yard and wave at the neighbors. Get out there and DO it!

See who is up and about at 5 a.m., and say, 'Hello', and smile...wave. Show interest, ask what they're doing. Speak about the weather. Be a teenager...enjoy being alive! Laugh!

Within a mile radius of where you are, there are, at least, one dozen metal detectors, in closets, gathering dust.

Beg, borrow, buy, or steal one. (Um-m-m-m...not steal.) Get a simple one, no bells and whistles; some batteries for it; a carpenters' apron...the kind hardware stores give out free; and a long-handled sand scoop with holes all over it. Add earphones, they're so 'official' looking. And wear your most skookum hat.

Toss a good strong magnet in your scoop...most coins nowadays stick to magnets, and so does a lot of trash.

Get out on some sand by 5 a.m. and plan to be off the beach by, say, 8...when the people come.

Carry a Cell Phone if people sleep on that beach, &/or come with friends...maybe the enthusiast/shop-owner who found you the second-hand machine.

Bring something great for breakfast, and see where you can get a lovely drink of water, frequently...say, a sip every 15 minutes. (Your lymph glands are gonna love you.)

You'll feel silly for five minutes, as you gear up. After that you'll have only eyes for the swath of sand ahead, and for scanning it, gently swinging your lightweight detector...lost in your own treasure-hunting world.

You know what people are going to ask you..."Find anything?"

To which you'll reply, "Bottle caps, twist ties, foil, and, pennies."

Admit to finding a diamond ring, and they'll immediately say they lost one. Hah!


You are going to find everything! Dh's first find was a condom, unopened, in a foil packet.

Knives, forks, and spoons...matchbox cars...beer cans and tabs, galore, and even a full one or two. But, wherever people go, they drop things. Lots of rings, watches, bobby pins, earrings, and coins. People just rain coins...they're round you see, and roll, and slip so nicely into sand...especially when folks are chasing girls in the summer.

Look for fences, etc., where guys are tossing their trousers over, with their eye on the nearest reclining blond. You'll also notice where the rebar is, beneath the posts and in sidewalks.

Metal detecting IS treasure-hunting.

I found five twoonies ($10) buried in one hole, under playground equipment.

Follow the path to the concession stand...that's when folks have their hands on their money.

One detector kept track of the money he found, for 20 years. More than $19,000! Plus countless rings and stuff.

Then you'll begin to eye the cold-water line where people dive in, and lose lots of things. Ever notice, your hands shrink the moment they're in cold water? And chains slip over their heads. You'll want an underwater detector for those, and maybe a wet suit.

Then there is the grass...a whole 'nother detecting field.

Paint a sign on your T-shirt, "Joe's Detection Services," and your phone number. You won't believe the requests you'll get, and the gratitude.

Two fellows I know were asked if they'd come to another town. They said sure, and they'd do it for the price of the gas. The lady of the house had lost a ring, in her own back yard.

The family had bought a metal detector, but had no luck.

Our friends found the ring in five minutes. It was standing on its side in the grass, leaning against a tree root...a fifteen thousand dollar diamond ring.

The grateful family gave the guys the new detector they had bought...plus a reward, I've just been told.

And then there are old school yards, ghost towns, and the loot from robberies, recent and long ago. People bury stuff...and forget where they put it. Or, they get busy elsewhere.

Some areas of England are so rich in ancient treasures that, today, they have rallies, where anyone may find some Roman artifacts.

And there's a place in Australia, where, for miles, chunks of gold come up out of wild land...just rise to the surface! You may even be driving over a piece or two.

Believe me, Babe, adventure is everywhere...and nobody gives a hoot what you look like when you have adventures to tell.

My great, great grandad was found dead in a cabin on an island, with a mason jar of gold nuggets on a shelf...and no sign of where he got them.



Now, immediately you get back from today's outing, have yourself a bath, or footbath, in a one percent solution of Himalayan crystal mineral salts. Your body MUST have the finest of nutrients, unpolluted, selected and balanced by plants...250,000,000 years ago.

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Luckily, my crystal mineral salts came from, http://www.heartfeltliving.com Good stuff!



There isn't a teenager in the world who should be stuck inside four walls, for any reason.

I mean, look at Rick Hansen. He was a teenager, fishing with his family, when he asked a friend of mine for a ride into town, to freeze a fine salmon he had caught.

Our friend wasn't going into town for an hour, so Rick took a ride with another, in the back of a pickup.

The pickup hit a bump, and Rick was thrown, and lost the use of his legs.

So, Rick wheel-chaired himself around the world.


"It's what you do with what you got, and never mind how much you got. It's what you do with what you got, that pays off in the end."


Fledgling (over 40)