Archive | February, 2013

The Forrest Fenn Treasure

28 Feb

A dying multimillionaire has hidden a treasure of gold and gems somewhere in the wilderness and written a poem featuring nine clues to help you find it. The poem is from Fenn’s self-published autobiography, The Thrill of the Chase:

As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.

Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.

From there it’s no place for the meek,
The end is drawing ever nigh;
There’ll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.

If you’ve been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.

So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answers I already know
I’ve done it tired, and now I’m weak

So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the gold.

Flash Fiction from a Friend of EoW

28 Feb

All That Glitters

by Gabriel Schenk

How had it come to this? William was not sure. The desire for treasure had been more powerful than he had anticipated when he originally ordered the metal-detector, and made plans to use it in nearby fields. He had heard of people finding Roman coins, perhaps even Anglo-Saxon helmets or swords. He had not been so lucky – in fact, he had not found anything, apart from a rusted coke can. That was four hours ago. Now he was doggedly sweeping the side of a hill with his detector, besieged by wind carrying flecks of snow, squinting in moonlight. His hands, and the tips of his feet, were numb from cold.

The detector chirruped with occasional beeps, all too quiet and fleeting to be significant. Over the course of the day he had grown increasingly attached to his machine, and even given it a name: Fletcher, as in Jessica Fletcher from Murder She Wrote. William hoped that Fletcher might ‘investigate’ some buried treasure.

William and Fletcher journeyed up the side of the hill, flanked by regiments of trees, and surrounded by the twisting flow of a motorway. The field could not be ploughed because it was too steep, so any treasure had (potentially) been left for millennia.

‘But they’ve been here already’, muttered William to Fletcher. ‘The hunters have been and left’.

It was true: this land had been scoured by generations of metal detectors. It was unlikely he would find anything tonight. William would not give up without uncovering something, though.

The man and his machine reached the top of the hill, where a barbed fence separated the tree-line from the field. William turned, and Fletcher wailed loudly. The noise was so unexpected that William jumped back, losing his spot and causing the detector to fall silent. Panic flushed through his body. He swept around again, searching for that small area that had triggered the sound.

‘Come on Fletcher’, he whispered huskily. ‘Find it again. Please find it…’

He thought of what he might discover – Viking silver, buried for safety and forgotten? A belt buckle from a medieval peasant? A golden doubloon? Whatever it was, Fletcher had given him his first strong signal of treasure, much louder and clearer than the coke can. At last he would uncover something and prove himself!

This time the electronic wail sounded beautiful and reassuring. It was loud, which meant that the metal object was close to the surface, maybe even above ground.

William slung Fletcher over his back and crouched down. He caressed the grass, feeling from its roots to its tips, so that he would not miss anything, until he felt a cold and hard object. He brought it up and held it in the air, bathing it in moonlight. It looked like –


It was a pound coin. The Queen’s face was disfigured by a scratch, and both sides were dotted with flecks of white where the copper alloy had worn off. It would not even cover his bus-faire home – but it was his, and he had found it.

It was his treasure.


Three Sourdoughs

28 Feb

My dad sent me this new unpacking video. His tech has improved in just twenty-four hours! In this installment, two hardrock miners look on as he reveals the postal motherlode.

It has been a relatively quiet day treasure-wise for me. I did receive a couple of packages in the post, however — the CS3MX, as well as a sand scoop and a set of waterproof headphones for beach detecting. Mostly I worked at thesis writing, but I also had a scrumptious dinner with two friends. Thanks M and G!


The CS3MX is Here!

27 Feb

Unpacking the next secondhand detector.

Tips for Outdoor Survival

27 Feb


Old Skool Treasure Hunter

27 Feb

I recently rediscovered an old journal. Unfortunately, as a child, I tore the first pages out of it, but I think they just held recipes for various Stink Drinks that I concocted with a chemistry set I received for my birthday one year. New entries began when I was about eight or nine and my interests had shifted to wilderness and becoming a mountain man. There is a handful of entries under the rubric ‘Outdoor Survival’. Then there is this entry, from 1992, when I was fifteen:



Badger Brand for Gold Bars

27 Feb

Badger Brand for Gold Bars

This is a non-artist’s (to wit, my) concept shot of a metal stamp to be used for impressing gold and silver bars. Yesterday I sent off the image to a stamp casting company for a quote. The actual stamp will be tiny, approx. 8×14 mm. If we have one made we could use it to impress newly cast bars with our mark.

For some reason, I am enchanted by the idea of a do-it-yourself, electric gold kiln. There is a model called the HandyMelt; true, it sounds like an Arby’s sandwich, but it allows you to melt down flour gold and jewellery into bars and buttons. Here is one of the coolest videos I have found of the HandyMelt process:


Dad’s GPAA Unpacking, pt 2

27 Feb

In which the goods are revealed…


Dad’s GPAA Unpacking Vid, pt 1

27 Feb

I’m not the only one with gold fever. My dad decided to do a bit of vlogging too. Coincidentally his membership pack from the Gold Prospector’s Association of America arrived (in Utah) today, so he decided to do some unpacking vids.

A couple of years ago for his birthday (I think), I got him a membership to the GPAA. He decided to re-up to get the expanded claims guide. We are contemplating joining some of the local Utah prospecting clubs also, as they have their own club claims throughout the state, in places like the Little Sevier River and the Henry Mtns.

Garrett AT Pro International: First Air Test in its New Home

26 Feb

Photo on 2013-02-27 at 02.47I got the AT Pro out of the box this evening and air tested a few coins. Because I bought it secondhand, I wanted to be sure everything was in good working order. It is! My brother and his wife are coming up to Oxford this weekend, and I’m hoping to bring them along on my first dig — the first with the Weekend Wanderers club and the first of any kind.

This week at Oxford is Torpids, the winter bumps racing event on the Isis. I was hoping the weather would defy low, late-winter expectations, but so far it seems to be reliably filling them. Bad luck for the rowers, but I don’t think it will put us novice detectorists off on Sunday!