8/25/19 Report - Tropical Storm Dorian. Finds, Artifacts and Tools. Crime In Space. Great Lakes Water Levels.

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Source: nhc.noaa.gov

We now have a tropical storm that is predicted to become a hurricane - at least for a while.

The system that was over Florida is now moving away, but Dorian is headed in our direction.

Source: nhc,noaa.gov

I think Dorian will fizzle out before getting to us, but that remains to be seen.  Keep watching.

In the mean time it looks like we'll have a two to three foot surf.

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Finds As An Extension Of A Person And A Reflection Of A Time.

I learn a lot from dreams.  Last night was an excellent example.  I awoke from a dream in which I was in the basement of the home where I grew up.  In the dream the house was mostly empty, but a few things remained.  I was inspecting my fathers tools in the basement where he had his workbench and always kept his tools.  They were the same tools he used to build that house.

The tools were large and heavy - more than needed to just do a job.  Unlike today's tools, they were made to last, and they are just as strong and usable today as they were seventy years ago.

Cast Iron Tools.

So what is the relevance?  Finds - artifacts - are an extension of a person.  My father's tools were an extension of his hands and forearms, and even his personality.  They fit the picture.  More than that, they complete the picture.

There was an anvil and an iron sledge hammer that I could barely lift, let alone use.

Heavy (feels like near 50 pounds) Hammer With Iron Handle.

Everything my father built was overbuilt.  He used what he had.  The car port behind our house was constructed of telephone poles and cross arms.  He worked for the electric utility company.  The car port was way heavier and stronger than necessary.

If you look at the tools in my garage today, you'll see an expression of me.  My tools are wimpy in comparison. They didn't build my house.  They are for repairing, touching up or tinkering - not the same kind of work.  Most people today don't build their own house with their own hands from the ground up.

My tools are an expression of the times, and sadly, perhaps also a reflection of me as shaped by the times.  Things just aren't made like they once were. And they aren't used the same.

This isn't about my father and I.  It is just the example that was no my mind and shows how objects can tell something about the person that owned them and the times when they were used.

Objects were made for a purpose, and how they were made and used tell us about the people and times.  When an object is revealed to you from the sands of time imagine the hands that formed it, held it or used it.  Maybe meditate on it a little, and see if you can get an image of the person who was connected to it.

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Here is a great web site for identifying Craftsman and related tools.

http://alloy-artifacts.org/craftsman-early-tools-p4.html

The pipe wrench shown above is a fourteen inch Dunlap.  The Dunlap brand is listed on the above web site and was used from 1938 into the 50s.

The wrench in the same photo was made by Fairmount Tool Manufacturing that began in Cleveland in 1917 and made a lot of tools for autos.

I think the sledge hammer was military.  It has the number 7157.

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Detecting tools like the pipe wrench will normally produce conductivity readings form minuses through the teens - very similar to an old anchor except for the amount of area.

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First criminal act alleged to have been committed in outer space?

Here is that link.

https://www.foxnews.com/us/nasa-astronaut-identity-theft-bank-account-divorce-wife

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Summer on the Swollen Great Lakes

The lakes rose this year to levels not seen in decades. A 1,234-mile drive around one of them revealed what all that water has left behind — vanishing beaches, closed roads, new islands...

And here is that link.

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/08/24/us/great-lakes-water-levels.html?action=click&module=News&pgtype=Homepage

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Happy hunting,
TreasureGuide@comcast.net

10/15/18 Report - Deep Water Shipwreck Salvage Diving Dangers in the Great Lakes. Fine Shipwreck Artifact Display.

Written by the TreasureGuide for the exclusive use of treasurebeachesreport.blogspot.com.

Artifacts Found and Displayed by Sebastian Steve.

Below is the email message that accompanied the above photo sent to me by Sebastian Steve.  You'll enjoy it.

Hey "Boss"!

It’s been a long time since we shared a story of this one “old, bold diver” who beat the odds.  Remember the old (but often quite true) adage: 

“There are old divers, and bold divers.”
“But never any “old, bold divers.” 

I credit surviving about 30 years of the deep 150-200’+ deep shipwreck diving  on over a hundred wrecks, to a couple key factors...

The blessings and Safety Net of Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.  “He” got me out of many a terminal jam...period.

Respecting the weather... no matter what the cost per day of just sitting around.

Never even “suiting up,” if you don’t feel 100%.  If you’re not feeling well now on the surface, how to do think you’ll feel at 150 feet???

Highly respecting not only your computer with the modern algorithms, but comparing and backing that up, with the good ole “NAVY TABLES”.  Memorizing your decompression stops, regardless if your computer would fail.  And yes... I had diving computers fail twice on me. 
It goes without saying that you have a backup depth gauge to monitor your bottom time and ascent rate.  And always remember the simple rule to come up no faster than your medium sized bubbles.

Sorry...this is not diving school, but if any of this helps one person in need...know my words are set in stone...accurate and correct...simply from experience!

Did we make mistakes?  Of course...dozens of them...and serious mistakes too.  Like the time in the early 70s, when deep water regulators were first arriving on the scene for pleasure scuba diving. 

But the engineers at Scuba Pro and Aqualung had never considered anyone would want to take these regulators down deep in ice cold water... 140-200’ deep in 38-40 degree water.

But down at 170-180’ deep, the air was already like pulling on a straw filled with maple syrup.  You had to be extremely careful to not out breathe your regulator!  No hard exertion of any kind...because the gasping sneaks up on you from behind.  One breathe is fine, the next hard to pull.  And the next having you pull for air and starting to panic if not extremely careful.  Because the harder you tried to pull air, the more desperate the situation became! 

Often the Best was to simply grab onto the wreck and close your eyes, and try to relax and catch up.  Or the safest, if near the ascent line, was to “bail out,” and immediately work to reduce the depth until the breathing was easier.

And often in that heavy breathing, now you had another monkey on your back to contend with!!!  The heavy volume of air passing through the 1st Stage of your regulator (the part clamped onto the tank top) would literally “ice up.”  Just as you feel the cold of quickly releasing air from under pressure from a tank or tire...so the divers regulator chills until it freezes! 

And it would freeze open to where if you ignored the bubbling you hear in the background besides your own breathing, each breath you take exasperates the situation.  Faster and faster the free flow!  Until you had a massive “run away” that could drain your tank in only a minute or two at depth.

And so a “free flow” situation was to be avoided at all costs.  So the regulator manufacturers knew little themselves how to prevent this in the early years.  So we experimented.  Our best hope was to fill a small rubber boot on the 1st Stage.  What to use...that was the question...

And so we all agreed that a good choice for a non-toxic “antifreeze” would be  “Bacardi 151 RUM”!!!  I was the first to test the ole “151” in other than the normal oral fashion!  I can still remember the “burning shots.”  Actually lit on fire B4 you drank them!  Oh...what us foolish “children” all did at 18!

So I have the “151” installed in the little freeze cup and off I went to see the ship’s wheel on the sailing schooner “Silver Lake” in 207 feet.  A line had been tied from the main mast out horizontally to the wheel. 

So I  came down the main mast that started at 90 feet deep.  But at 130’ there was an ugly, heavy trawl net tangled in the main mast, still catching fish...sad.  But a fish is still far better than a diver.  The net was somewhat still open in parts, so you had to swim back, away from the mast, keeping a wary eye on this net. 

After you passed the net...you could rejoin the mast to take the “elevator” on down to the deck.  The mast was smooth and slippery, with nothing to hang you up, until you hit the pile of wooden sail hoops stacked at the base of the mast. 

Well as I neared the deck in about 180’ deep, I spotted the line running aft to the wheel.  Off I went for a glimpse of the ship’s wheel and a little exploring.

Then everything went wrong!!!  Right out of the blue...or should I say BLACK...because it was PITCH DARK other than my light.  Here I am half way out this line, about 50 feet in 180’ of water... and one breath was perfect, easy and smooth....  ....  ....   .... and the next NOTHING!!!  ZERO, NO AIR WAS AVAILABLE!  I think I sucked that regulator out the back of my skull!

Now...as I weighed my options knowing this was clearly a “life or death situation”... I knew I had to find my way back to the mast.  Because the mast and only the main mast had the ascent line up to the boat.  The firm, taught line that I so desperately needed now... for my decompression stops at 20 and then 10 feet!

I let my light go, hanging by the tether, and raced hand over hand along that line to rejoin the main mast!  Finally...there it was!  And all this while...not one tiny sip of air...NOTHING!!! 

And so I started heading up, now having to watch my speed for both the bends or an air embolism. 

The bends from rising too fast B4 the nitrogen taken on during the dive in the blood stream can  go back out into solution.  Like a soda bottle uncapped.  Still under pressure, you can shake it gently and nothing happens.  But now pop that cap off, and look out!  Same thing with the divers body... the bubbles form in your joints and lungs and heart and spinal cord, and can hurt and cripple you up so bad...the early divers laid on the salvage boat decks, literally “bent up” in excruciating pain, that is how the “bends” got their name.

And rising to fast can also damage your lungs or even kill you.   Literally the bursting of your lungs from over expansion.  The little air sacs in your lungs begin to rupture.  A very serious condition!

Thankfully through all my P.A.D.I., professional training,  I had reached my “Advanced Diver” Status in 1971.

And so I continued up the mast.  But now trying to get a grip on myself...I could slightly feel the residual air trapped in my lungs beginning to expand.   Slightly backing off the burning need to breathe.  Because we were headed straight up at a brisk clip.  Thankfully,  I had the peace of mind to remember the trawl net, still waiting with her cold arms outstretched to —embrace me—and hold me in her arms forever...

I thrusted back and away from the net but maintained a forward, upward momentum .  I punched through ninety feet.... and like magic... like nothing had happened, a sunny day in the park... THE REGULATOR KICKED BACK IN WITH A HEAVY BURST OF THE BEST AIR I HAVE EVER GOT MY MOUTH AROUND!   Sweet fresh air... I just may live Yet???  Praise the Lord and oh I Did...again and again.

The remainder of the ascent went normal and by the book.  As did the decompression stops.  Plenty of air to finish my stops.  And after a total dive time of about 50 minutes, I exited the water ok but totally exhausted.  I never did see that wheel.  Nor have I drank a shot of “151” Run.  Powerful Stuff... but just not right for deep divers.

And so another 100% True Tale has been told of the old salvage days primarily on The Great Lakes.  But I have also worked in Central & South America, The Philippines, and the Caribbean Sea.

The showcase below is some of artifacts recovered from all over The Great Lakes primarily.  To be truthful... these are my left-over actifacts that have not been sold to privately funded museums and individuals with a great appreciation in our early days along our waterfronts.

It would be nice to say “I can financially afford to donate these items to maritime museums.  But the truth of the matter is that these old, bold divers...are not given a pension to assist in their later years.  So what is carefully disbursed among the public... you know your artifacts have found very, very, good homes!

This set of shelves is literally my leftovers that have not sold.  And so until interest arises in any one piece...or the remaining collection as a whole...these artifacts will remain under my watchful eye...shining off into the dark.

Thank you,
SebastianSteve

Thanks for sharing Steve.  I know that everybody enjoyed your 100% true story and your artifact display.  

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LYNN HAVEN, Fla. — Mayor Margo Anderson drove through the neighborhoods of her small bayside city on Sunday to deliver some unwelcome news: The electric power knocked out nearly a week ago by Hurricane Michael might not be restored for two months.

Behind the wheel of a black golf cart, she made the rounds as shellshocked neighbors emerged from houses with busted windows and walls and front porches, the damage from the punches of fast wind, rushing waters and toppled trees.

“Just about every tree is down,” said Ms. Anderson, a fifth-generation citizen who was elected mayor of Lynn Haven, Fla., three years ago. “The power lines are destroyed. The transformers are destroyed. The power grid is destroyed. We have to start over.”

Here is the link for the rest of the article.

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/14/us/hurricane-michael-florida-power-electricity.html?action=click&module=Top%20Stories&pgtype=Homepage

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Source: nhc.noaa.gov

There is only that one system on the NOAA map this morning.  It has a 40% chance of becoming a cyclone in the next 48 hours.  That one is almost exactly where Michael formed.  Michael hung around down there for quite a while before shooting up through the Gulf.  Hopefully this one won't do the same thing.

Steve made my job real easy today.  I'm hoping to get photos of artifact and coin displays from other readers.  It doesn't have to be a big collection, and don't think you have to be able to write like Steve.  It would take a Mark Twain to do that.  Just send in a photo of your favorite display.  It can be a single item or a large collection.

Happy hunting,
TreasureGuide@comcast.net

3/25/18 Report - Piso Old Bottle For Cure Containing Cannabis. Nazi Sub Recovered From Great Lakes. Detectorist Term.

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Old Cure Bottle Find - Piso Co.

I took a little walk Saturday and found this cure bottle.  The embossing is, PISO CO WARREN PA.

The side is embossed, but the front and back evidently had a paper label, which might have been like the one below.  Notice the ingredients.

Cannabis, choloroform and other valuable ingredients!  Alcohol was another ingredient, but not listed.  Opium was ingredient at one time.

Originally named after one of the founders Ezra T. Hazeltine, the Hazeltine Corp., of Warren Pennsylvania, was founded in 1869, and soon became famous for its cough medicine, "Piso's Cure for Consumption". In fact, the product became so popular that in time, the company actually changed its name to "The Piso Company."

Unfortunately, Piso's has the distinction of being the only brand name cannabis medicine named in Samuel Adam's (now classic) book on quackery "The Great American Fraud."

Now in all fairness it should be pointed out that the company has its defenders, who point out that the company itself voluntarily gave up the use of opium and opium by-products before the 1880's...

Here is the link for more about that.

http://antiquecannabisbook.com/chap15/QPiso.htm

The company came to end end before WW II, perhaps caused by the Marijuana Tax Act and the barring of marijuana from medicines.  I'd put the particular bottle as early 20th century.

Here is a very good document on the company and its medicines.

https://www.fohbc.org/PDF_Files/PisoTrior_JSullivan.pdf

I haven't had a chance to do any detecting this month, but continue to find a little time for surface hunting.

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Fake news story on Nazi sub was removed after it was determined to be fake.

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I once read where someone said they preferred the term "coin shooter" rather than "detectorst."  Coin shooter works for me when it describes someone that is actually hunting coins, but for someone that uses a detector to hunt other things, such as meteorites, gold nuggets, or artifacts and has little or no interest in hunting coins, I can't imagine why you would use such a misleading term as "coin shooter."  When I first started detecting I hunted coins.  My records at that time showed how many and what type of coins I found, but that changed.  Later I hunted jewelry and didn't care much coins.  At that time I kept track of my jewelry finds but not my coin finds.  If I wanted to describe myself at that point, I would not call myself a coin shooter, and if I did, it would give a very misleading impression of what I was actually doing.  Detectorist, to me, is a more general term than coin shooter.

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I have a post for you that will likely help you answer some big questions.  If you ever wondered if you got it all or if you are missing something, I'll help you answer those questions tomorrow.  I have the numbers.  One reader not only detected a lot multiple times, but also sifted the lot to determine what he missed.  The results are amazing.  I'll post this in the next day or two.  You won't get this anywhere else.

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The Treasure Coast surf will build to 4 - 7 feet Tuesday and maybe more Wednesday.  That is something to watch.

Happy hunting,
TreasureGuide@comcast.net

3/24/18 Report - Diving Great Lakes Shipwrecks. Useful Artifact Database. Increased Surf Next Week.

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Occasionally I get an email asking if a find might be a meteorite.  That is something I don't know much about.  Fortunately I know a person that hunts meteorites and can give some good information on the subject.  I'm talking about SuperRick

SuperRick recently sent me a link to a web site that has a good finds database including everything from coins and buttons to clay pipes and pottery.  You might find it helpful.

http://www.glevumdetecting.co.uk/

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Below you'll find a story by Steve in Sebastian about shipwreck diving in the Great Lakes.  I put the title on the article.  The rest is by Steve.

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Making Memories Diving Shipwrecks 160 Feet Down In The Great Lakes

My friend Ken is over in England on a Metal Detecting Holiday. He has found some wonderful old Roman hammered coins already.

But I also reminded him that no matter how good he was... no matter how fertile the ground under his feet... that he would never, ever beat my oldest coin that I found! My 200-400 BC Roman Silver Denarius! Ok...I cheated a bit...it was rolling by inside a cuff link...definitely adding to my ability to spot it. Otherwise on its own... probably too tiny to spot in the dull gray silver color. Unless the tiny coin had the glint of gold! You get an eye for the glint of gold down there, in your very bright lights. You see the "little guys" the $1 U.S. Gold Pieces... tumble on past you! Then you have to turn around, and go chase them down... most of the time you find them!!!

Better yet I reminded him that I got my Denarius coin --with my naked eye- in 160 feet of water, as I laid on the deck of a passenger and freight steamship from 1865, up in the Great Lakes...watching a 2 foot deep vertical cut wall of debris, breaking up for the 1st time in over a century, in a cloud of rotting, organic detritus that swirled on by me...as I fanned the leading edge of the pile. My light held up high in my left hand, angled down on the debris pile, and a modified ping pong paddle fanning the leading edge of the pile in the right hand.

It took many years, more correctly decades, to have the intestinal fortitude to hit the deep in 160 feet of water...in total darkness, and sometimes 38-40 degree water, bleed the air out of your dry suit, and "settle in heavy" on the deck. Literally laying out on the deck, resting on your knees and your fins flat on the deck, to hold position. And do this for 20 minutes, but with the decompression needed to arrive on the surface without the bends, stops were required at 20 and then 10 feet, having a total dive time of 52 minutes. Then 4 hours out to bleed off some nitrogen, relax, warm up, eat lunch, and then back down for the afternoon dive of 15 minutes, with the same 52 minute profile. Day after day after day...weather permitting. When the wind blew and the waves rose...you did shopping, laundry, and maintenance on a huge amount of diving equipment

Honest, hard, dirty, grueling work... NOTHING IS FOR FREE....that is what made a professional salvage diver different than a sport diver who just swam around "sight seeing" and looking over the ship.

I did this for over 30 years in 4 of the 5 Great Lakes on over 100 different shipwrecks of all types. My diving in Central and South America, and the Philippines we'll talk about another time... if The "Boss" here so wishes.

I recall one year when I got up there awful early in the beginning of June, and the water was just a few degrees above freezing, 20 miles offshore. June is summer, right??? I had the finest of regulators made for the cold and deep water, but they would still freeze up by the time I hit the deck in 160 feet. So do I sit around down there waiting to see what my regulator was going to do, or do I get down to work? __Time was as precious as the gold I sought__. You were always careful to never take a breath while adding air to your suit. We all know the physics of how air cools or freezes as pressure is released. But even with the best of care, on very cold water days...I would hit the deck with a very slow but steady free flow...just a "blub, blub, blub...about 1 "blub" every 5 seconds. But the -next- breath would be... twice as fast... and on and on. Within 30 seconds you would have had a totally -life threatening- massive free flow, the air roaring out your regulator, quickly emptying your tank!!!

So there I am... setting up to start my work, and first... I had to switch out my regulator for my "pony tank" regulator! Yup...on the deck at 160 feet, I would pull the regulator out of my mouth, and replace it with my spare. Just another day on the job! But the little "pony tank" (for emergencies) held only 12 cubic feet of air. Only a few minutes at that depth. But never the less... I got down to work in the swirling mud, using the pony tank, wait a couple minutes for the main regulator to defrost, and then stop my fanning, and put the main regulator back into my mouth!!!

Sounds insane...almost to me after all these years later...but it was just what you --needed to do--. Period. There was no alternative. And so you did....

Once while down on the deck at 160' with very cold water, I felt a ball of ice in my mouth. I thought..."Oh boy, this ain't good" the regulator shot me out a lump of ice from in its frozen 1st stage. One mistake and I will gag on the ice chunk that I could feel was way bigger than a pea, almost a marble size.

So I stopped what I was doing, and very carefully worked the ice ball around in my mouth, to the exact point I thought I could best swallow it. (Kind of like when you need to swallow a big medicine pill). It had to go, and evidently the cold air passing by was not melting it! I knew if I failed at swallowing the ice chunk, I would involuntarily -Gag- and -Gasp- and Spit out my Regulator!!! This was no laughing matter!!! This could be easily...life or death at that depth.

So when I had it just perfect in my mouth, I gulped it down. All went well, and man...was I ever relieved! But when I got up on deck after the dive... I came to realize that it was not ice, --but that I had bit off one of the two "tangs" inside the regulator mouth piece that you bite down on--!!! So far worse than ice... I swallowed down a big lump of rough ripped off rubber!!! Another of my "nine lives" gone!!!

Stay warm in your beds....it's a lot safer there... but you will surely die of boredom. Live...take risks...calculated risks, enjoy life, take the trip you think is a little risky, or that you cannot afford to.... and know this...you will never, ever look back on your life and say..."Oh, I wish I had not taken this vacation or that adventure." •You will love and cherish each and every memory•. Because when you are old... those memories might be all you have to sustain you. God Bless.

Steve in Sebastian

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An increase in the surf is predicted for next week.

Happy hunting,
TreasureGuide@comcast.net

2/5/18 Report - Spanish Officer and A Kid From Reign of Philip IV : Paintings For Research. Treasure Dive in the Great Lakes.

Written by the TreasureGuide for the exclusive use of treasurebeachesreport.blogspot.com.

This painting is one of fifteen from a Sotheby's exhibit of Golden Age Spanish paintings. Since you'll never see a photo from the 8th century or earlier, you can learn a lot by looking at paintings from the time period.  This one from the reign of King Philip gives you some idea of what the best dressed child of the day might wear.  Notice the scaled down sword and pike or whatever.

And here is a fellow of the period identified as a Spanish officer.

Painting of Spanish Officer

Old paintings can be valuable for research.

Below is the link if you want to see the other paintings from the Sotheby's Auckland Castle group.

http://www.sothebys.com/en/news-video/slideshows/2018/spanish-paintings-from-auckland-castle.html

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Here is an interesting and instructive account of a treasure dive in the Great Lakes from Steve in Sebastian.

Anything is possible to those who dream! When everyone and I mean everyone...the best of the best...veteran divers up on the Lakes... would still basically just swim along slowly (the more experience the slower you went) remember at 150+ feet of depth, no matter how well your mind is conditioned...you still were not even close to being 100%. You found yourself locked in patterns of behavior that worked. Example... I'm working a debris pile on the aft deck (that not in the least was by accident on my part, knowing that the original plans showed the Purser's Office was located originally directly above. Now long gone, because the upper decks ("hurricane deck" was always made of lightweight wood to keep the CG low. Often the hurricane deck totally tore off from the collisions and air pressure in the hull. Some were found floating down the lake a hundred miles away, weeks later!

I came across a heavy wood box, but no bottom, heavy like 1" thick, or something tumbled out... hardwood, 12" long, 6" wide, 6-8" high. I grabbed at it... (quite excited... purser's gold box?...why such heavy wood?) but only some engine parts, heavy bearings rolled out. Odd...but that was it. Move on.

How simple at the end of any of my dives (making 2 per day, for 30 days, weather permitting.) to simply tie on my hand reel to these "engine parts" and pull it up and see what it really is! The "hand reel" is a plastic spool with 200' of 5/16" poly line on, with a cut 1/2 through 3' up the bitter end riding up my arm with fishing net floats wire tied to the sides to tie anything heavy on, or to tie to the wreck anywhere for an emergency decompression line. (Although I had mastering holding 10' in free water...for 15 minutes to do all my decompression. You gently slip down to 12-13' constantly holding the depth gauge in front of your face literally, then a couple soft kicks of the fins, then carefully drift to a halt because you are always fighting the quick change in buoyancy that will occur... as the bubbles will expand rapidly in the last 10 feet in your suit, even a dry suit of the type we wore back then. Problem is I often came up at the end...1/2 mile from the boat! Later with the line half cut through at 3' off the tied end, you could cleat it on, and power the boat up, and snap it off when leaving for the day...only losing 3. (:

Anyway back then in the late 70 and 80s, there were really only a couple dozen "good" divers who dove the really deep ones, up to about 210.' So the word got around fairly quickly. Well sure enough I hear the grapevine and it tells me some lucky diver "just looking over the debris in the stern" found the SHIP'S TICKETING MACHINE all in brass with all the brass rollers and thumb wheel amounts and ports of call, etc. A fine, fine nautical steamship 1865 piece I'm sure. I almost wanted to leak it out that he go back and find the hardwood case for it!!! (;Thanks much Steve! 

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I'm still thinking of the stupid Super Bowl this morning.  I don't know how we elevate a game to such importance in this world, but I guess it is entertainment.

Anyhow, the Eagles were penalized more than the Patriots 6 to 2, but there weren't as many penalties as I expected and no big game changers.  There was one important non-call that in my opinion went in the favor of the Eagles.  That was a real surprise.  Anyway, Nick Foles is going to Disney World and my prediction was wrong.

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The tides are a bit more moderate now and the surf is only about two to four feet. 

Happy hunting,
TreasureGuide@comcast.net

11/3/17 Report - Very Old Coin Cuff Link From Shipwreck. Relco Metal Detector. Gold Disk. Turtle Trail Area This Morning.

Written by the TreasureGuide for the exclusive use of treasurebeachesreport.blogspot.com.

Denarius Cuff-link Found on Great Lakes Shipwreck
Find and photo by Steve from Sebastian.

I previously posted about this denarius cuff-link found on a Great Lakes shipwreck by Stever from Sebastian. He sent me a more recent email telling about how he began metal detecting and a few more details on the denarius. Here is what he had to say.


Your guess at my treasure hunting years of 40 was slightly shy... I recall my first endeavor into treasure hunting was at the ripe age of 13...in 1968.

My first detector was a “Relco” Kit metal detector! The coil I recall had two vertical wooden sides coming up 4” off the coil, with a horizontal slot for the circuit board to slide in the groove (that you totally assembled and soldered). The handle was also wood, with a “forked slot” in the middle to fold the shaft. Cost $19.95...and it still took me a while to save that much up from my paper route! I recall the depths one could plumb at about 4”...on a good day. This Relco was a BFO Machine...those that know what that was, and remember those machines, might want to write in, so “The Boss” here can gauge his readership! (;

Thank you again for acknowledging us “Old Bold Divers,” and the Old Timer treasure hunters. I moved to Sebastian from Wisconsin in 1987 for one reason, and only one reason... The 1715 Spanish Plate Fleet rested their bleached old bones right here. And so will I.

There was a well known saying up on “The Lakes”... “There are bold divers, and old divers...but there are “No...Old, Bold Divers!!!” I guess I just got lucky.

Pic: Cufflink with NGC certified real...200-400 BC Silver Denarius

PS: Forgot that it was ascertained to be 200-400 BC, not just 200 BC. I was being modest! (;

Regards,
Steve from Sebastian


Thanks for the email and photo Steve. Really nice find!

I found this 1970 catalog for Relco Metal Detectors for sale on eBay.

Relco Catalog from 1970.
Source: eBay

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The 1434 gram gold disk in the Sedwick auction that I mentioned a few days ago didn't sell.  It had an auction estimate of $80,000 to $120,000.  The starting price seemed to be too rich for this group of buyers.

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Here are some photos from the Turtle Trail area this morning sent by Darrel S.

Thanks much for the photos Darrel.

A full moon is coming up soon.  Saturday I think.  And the high tides are pretty high, but still only about a two foot surf.

Happy hunting,
TreasureGuide@comcast.net