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I've returned from my second detecting trip to England and what a trip it was!!  I was lucky enough to be staying in the same barn as Steve Herschbach!! The first day on the fields are a h

It is no different than making a deal with a claim owner to hunt their ground for a percentage, and then complaining after the fact about the deal that was agreed on in the first place. Or worse yet b

Oh I know the feeling.  I had no words but " I'm freaking, I'm freaking out, I'm freaking." 

HOLY COWS! I'm speechless

Welcome to the forum by the way! Great to have you here...


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2 minutes ago, phrunt said:

HOLY COWS! I'm speechless


Oh I know the feeling.  I had no words but " I'm freaking, I'm freaking out, I'm freaking." 

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Yup, just incredible, I'm feeling your excitement ?

Great photos and story too, thanks for the post.

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wow. thanks for sharing.?

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You need to consider entering the Minelab find of the month competition ?


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