Strange Things

[Daniel Tn]

I didn't really know what forum to put this one in.  Feel free to move as needed Steve.  

Most of us that have detected a long time, have probably encountered something a little strange or creepy, if not both.  I'm not talking about finding a body or human remains; been there done that...but that's not what I'm talking about.  I'm talking about hearing stuff or seeing stuff that you can't explain, and that it creep you out or maybe even have caused you to find something really good.  I will give a couple examples.

I don't believe in ghosts but these stories are gonna make it seem like I do.

For entertainment only, I had begun watching those shows on TV about the "ghost hunters" and if you've ever seen those type shows, the people will start talking and saying things like "If you are here and can hear me...let me know you are here" and of course, they hear something or think they saw something and get all animated.  I was out at a local Civil War camp site hunting one day. It had been a while since we had found anything at all on this place; it was mainly just a place to go to because it was close to my house and to piddle pat around.  I had just recently started using a Whites TDI as a relic machine.  It had been a long time of hunting without a signal; only the sound of the threshold humming in my ears. So my mind started wondering and I began thinking of one of those show episodes.  For kicks and giggles I said out loud "If any of you are still here, let me find something to show you were here".  About this same time, I am coming down the side of this hill into a little bowl shaped feature.  About this same time I stumbled like somebody had pushed me from behind and used the detector rod and coil as a brace to keep myself from falling.  As soon as I did, I heard a high tone and just associated that with a bump/false.  I swept back over it and there's something there. I pop a plug and out comes a perfect coat size Civil War eagle infantry button.  That was all I found that day and don't think I've not tried that same thing a few more times since then 😄 but that still stays on my mind and it happened at least 12+ years ago.  And in a related one...my brother inlaw and I were walking the river bank looking for native artifacts and hadn't found anything but chipped flint yet.  We were getting ready to leave and while we were walking back to the boat, I was telling my BIL about the same story I just told yall.  He laughed and said "let's try it and see if it works".  When we walk the bank for native stuff, we usually find a good long stick to walk with, to flip flakes up to keep from having to bend over so much.  Well my BIL said something along those lines "show me evidence that you were here" and he threw his flipping stick. It hit the ground and he said "I better go get my stick in case we get out some place else...that's a good flipping stick".  So he went to get it and then he starts flipping out.  "Dude come check this out...you're not gonna believe it".  We had walked about a mile of river bank and not found a single complete projectile point.  He throws his stick and guess what it lands beside.  Yep. I still have pictures of it laying on the ground as it lay, before he picked it up.  Now that's became his ritual if we go out hunting.  Haha.  It hasn't worked any more though.  

[TheDeepseeker]

Yeah, it's hard not to get a little superstitious at times, and strangely I had a similar thing with my BIL when I was young and he hadn't been going out with my older sister that long. Back then he and I were both fishing and golf crazy, and most Saturdays you could find the two of us doing one of those things together.

I had a little spot on the Yarra river just outside of Melbourne that was just crazy for catching eels. My father being English used to stew them which I didn't like, but smoked eel done the way the German and Dutch guys I worked with did them was something else. 🤤

Anyway, I used to say that this spot was so good that you had to hide behind a tree on the river bank just to bait your hook. My BIL was so impressed with the action there that he made a little tent thing for us to sit under so we could fish even when the weather was terrible. It could be pouring with rain and the eels still kept jumping on the hook. Until......

One Saturday obviously feeling content with himself as a successful fisherman, my BILsat back, let out a sigh and said "Ahhh, this its what it's all about, livin' off the land!" Almost immediately the rods went dead. Nothing for the rest of the day.

The next time we went fishing things were going great again, eels biting, laughing and backslapping, then he let it out again- "Oh man, this is the life- livin' off the land!" I laughed and said "mate, the last time you said that we didn't catch a bloody thing for the rest of the day".- And we didn't again.............

I remember then getting all sensitive about it and asking him not to say it when we went fishing. And even when he was about to say it to just to wind me up, I snapped and told him I'd pack up and call it a day if he said it again! We laugh about it now if it ever comes up, but back then I struggled to find it funny 🙂

 

[Rick N. MI]

I was hunting with a friend by a Lake called French Farms, 2 miles from a fort site between Lake Michigan and Lake Huron. My buddy dug a copper amulet made by Indians. I got a 1700's British 10th Regiment of the Foot button. There also was trader in that area that traded with Indians, British and French. When we were hunting in the area I found the button, my buddy felt like he was pushed when digging a hole and as I came over I was felt like I was pushed. My buddy thought maybe there is Indian burial there and he put the amulet back in the ground with tobacco. We jumped in the car and left. He won't hunt there anymore.

I heard there was another guy that found an Indian amulet in that area and and it was affecting in some ways I don't remember but he put amulet back also and won't go back.

My mom told me she saw a ghost once. My dad's mother who was from Russia died, he was in bed reading and she appeared in the front of his bed talking to him in Russian. My dad didn't know what she was saying. I believe in ghosts after this.

I don't know how there could be ghosts. When we die our souls go straight God but God can do anything. Maybe he allows it sometimes.

[Redneck]

I never believed in ghosts either, but my inlaws said ghosts appear in their house on a regular basis. The story that changed my mind was when my father in law was sitting in his chair with the german shepard at his feet. The ghost appeared in the room, the dogs hair stood up on his back, then the dog got up , terrified,  and ran thru the screen door , demolishing the door in the process. Just could not get away fast enough.

Dogs don't lie! 

[Rick N. MI]

You never know, there can be some demons people see and don't see also. Strange the dog ran out like that. Couldn't have been good. Sometimes kids see things like angels and adults don't. The bible says you don't know if you helped an angel.

[Daniel Tn]

My buddy Kevin has a story about his best find to date.  Confederate belt plates are hard to find anyway but he found one of the rarest types you can find.  In and around Chattanooga, TN, any time they do a construction project, you'll see a half dozen or more relic hunters searching the newly cleared areas and dirt piles.  The place he found this at, was such a place and he and his other hunting buddy were scoping it out just in case.  They were hunting the likely area of a hill where relics would/should be and Kevin says he heard somebody call out his name.  He looked around assuming it was his buddy that had made a find.  Didn't see anybody.  Kept hunting and heard it again...this time he looked harder and he swears he saw a person standing at the bottom of the hill towards a section of uncleared woods motioning for him to come over.  He thinks its his buddy that has wandered into a hot spot and is calling him on over.  So he heads that way...his buddy is no where to be found and nobody there at all.  But guess what he walks into.  A small picket post or camp site in which he finds that rare Confederate buckle.  He always says "It's my best find and I am absolutely sure I had help finding it".