Aged about 7, walking beside my father, as he was swinging what I thought was a stick, and digging holes, the excitement and trepidation of what he was going to find, had me mesmerised. Years went by watching and following the treasure hunter in the family. I started metal detecting in 2000, and fell for it hook, line and sinker. I first borrowed my dad’s spare machine (a Laser Tesaro) and was taught the basics about sensitivity, ground balance and how to get the best out of the machine. I search and search, but still no treasure, though to this day, it doesn’t dampen my spirits.
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