Report on the hard problem.
I decided, after all was considered, to go to Mullaloo Beach (see sign picture below) in the northern suburbs of Perth. It was a good choice as it turns out. The water was very active with breaking waves at just over 2 meters. Lots of sand was being removed by that wave action. There were large cuts in the beach and erosion was already at about 1/3rd of the beach sand. By mid winter here in Perth, the beaches will be eroded down to bare rock and gravel. When that happens, you can walk along and pick up finds with the naked eye metal detector.
I met a young detectorist name David on the day and we spent a couple of hours chatting about all manner of things. David was the best find of the day and I've invited him to join this forum. We'll see if he makes it. The treasure of the day was the glorious weather that precedes a storm front here in Western Australia. Right now, three days after, there's a windy storm blowing rain everywhere. We need the rain badly so I'm not complaining.
The cut in the lower picture is the result of the first few weeks of winter storms wearing away at the sand. Just to my right elbow and out of sight of the camera view was one such cut that ran deeper than most. I'll get to that in a minute. The slanted cut itself forward in the camera view yielded nothing much but the area below and towards the ocean was productive to the tune of one silver plated ring and a dozen or so coins. Somewhere along that path I met David and was enjoyably distracted for a long time. We did some girl watching as we talked, as blokes do, told a few yarns and compared the types of machines we were using. The only thing missing was a cold beer.
After David left to go to the Prospector's Patch in Midland, I reversed direction to head back towards my car and started detecting the beach erosion cuts along the way. As I neared the end of my trip, I got a good solid hit and dug a coin. Then another. And another. And it continued for about 15 meters. Nothing but coins everywhere with the tide creeping in as I worked. In total, I had over 200 coins from that patch. Just as I reached the end, I saw another friend of mine, Grace, approaching with her Ace 250. I had to leave but we had a short chat and she took over on that glory hole. I await her report. They were all modern coins with only a few that looked beyond salvation. Into my coin bucket they go. That bucket is getting hard to lift these days.
I have an interesting story about Grace, the lady detectorist. She was jogging along the beach one day and stopped to ask about what I was finding. To be honest, her pretty face and bikini sort of influenced me a bit. After a few minutes I offered her a chance to try it. She gladly accepted and within a few meters, she pulled up a 20c piece. Then a bottle cap. Not to be deterred,she pressed on and got herself a Matchbox car. That was it. She was hooked and told me she was going to get a machine. I knew she'd gotten the Ace but this was the first time I'd seen her since she got it. Time was short since the tide was coming in. I disengaged from conversation to give her time to hit that glory hole for a while.
I went home and took the wife out for dinner. There was enough in $1 and $2 coins to pay for the evening of relaxation and talk.Linkback:
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It's all about that magical moment of discovery when metal that hasn't seen the light of day for generations frees itself from the soil and presents itself to me.