09-03-2013, 06:56 PM
Allow me to get philosophical for a few secs, guys. I was thinking about this the other day, and was wondering if y'all feel the same...
Obviously, the finds & the history are the driving point of what we do, however, at least for me, it's a whole lot more than that.
Being human, we ALL have problems, stresses & obstacles in our lives. At work, at home, kids, our respective others, etc. I find hunting to be the ultimate escape. Just me (and maybe a buddy or two) and the dirt. It's real. It's true. The dirt can't hurt your feelings. The dirt doesn't get angry. The dirt doesn't argue with you. A man and his tools on a mission. Retrieve history. Yes, it can be competitive & a bit trying at times, but, when all is said and done, it's you in the glorious outdoors at one with the earth. Free. In the zone. Breathing the fresh air. All of life's problems left in the car until after the hunt.
Also, lets face it, growing up SUCKS! Bills, taxes, the deaths of loved ones, yada, yada, yada. But, we get to be kids again whenever we hunt Kinda like sleepovers when we were younger. The excitement. The planning. The restlessness while waiting for the time to come. Especially if you hunt with friends. Who's going? Who's out? What spot we gonna hit? What detectors should we bring? My car or your car? Who's picking up the coffee? Then when you're hunting, all of the joshing, ribbing, breaking balls, one-upsmanship. We get to actually BE Indiana Jones for a few hours!
Going out and getting skunked sucks. Going through droughts of not finding anything 'good' is pure torture. However, let's be thankful for all of the great times we DO have. For all of those fantastic finds we HAVE made. For all of the friends, acquaintances & characters this hobby has brought us. Yes...
I LOVE detecting
Joe
Obviously, the finds & the history are the driving point of what we do, however, at least for me, it's a whole lot more than that.
Being human, we ALL have problems, stresses & obstacles in our lives. At work, at home, kids, our respective others, etc. I find hunting to be the ultimate escape. Just me (and maybe a buddy or two) and the dirt. It's real. It's true. The dirt can't hurt your feelings. The dirt doesn't get angry. The dirt doesn't argue with you. A man and his tools on a mission. Retrieve history. Yes, it can be competitive & a bit trying at times, but, when all is said and done, it's you in the glorious outdoors at one with the earth. Free. In the zone. Breathing the fresh air. All of life's problems left in the car until after the hunt.
Also, lets face it, growing up SUCKS! Bills, taxes, the deaths of loved ones, yada, yada, yada. But, we get to be kids again whenever we hunt Kinda like sleepovers when we were younger. The excitement. The planning. The restlessness while waiting for the time to come. Especially if you hunt with friends. Who's going? Who's out? What spot we gonna hit? What detectors should we bring? My car or your car? Who's picking up the coffee? Then when you're hunting, all of the joshing, ribbing, breaking balls, one-upsmanship. We get to actually BE Indiana Jones for a few hours!
Going out and getting skunked sucks. Going through droughts of not finding anything 'good' is pure torture. However, let's be thankful for all of the great times we DO have. For all of those fantastic finds we HAVE made. For all of the friends, acquaintances & characters this hobby has brought us. Yes...
I LOVE detecting
Joe