Treasure Finds and Stories
A Day with Fabian
On September 5th, 2003 my friend Gary left a phone message for me which went like this - "Bob, don't go to Beach A! The storm brought in several feet of new sand that covered all the treasures! I only got a few coins! Meet me at Beach B!"
After work on Friday I took Gary's advice and went to Beach B, only to find several feet of new sand had been swept up onto the beach. Being that I just traveled 2 hours in traffic and walked the 8 blocks from my Jeep to the beach, I decided to hunt for a while.
After two hours without find any pockets of coins or rings, I stopped and had a slice of pizza. Then I packed it in for the night.
On Saturday I woke up and checked out the beach. The wind had changed directions. It was now coming from the North-East, but the fine sand was still lying over the treasures.
I walked the boardwalk looking for Gary. Not finding him, I decided to return to Beach A to see if the North-East wind had shifted the fine sand.
Beach A was still full of fine sand, so I decided to hunt among the blankets and bathers with my White’s BeachHunter ID. I continued to hunt till I noticed bathers running from the ocean for their lives.
A large wave had just broke and crested the beach. It sent the ocean waters racing towards and through the bathers. I saw coolers, clothes and small children being swept toward the boardwalk. I assisted the bathers in gathering up their children and belongings.
When the wave retreated to ocean it formed a rip. The rip tore a swath in the beach 70 feet long, 30 feet wide and 2 feet deep. The next large wave also crested the beach and created a rip which took another 2 feet of beach with it.
I quickly started swinging my detector along the newly created slopes. I also hunted across the bowl of the cut when the waves allowed me to. No sooner did I finish hunting with the first cut when a large wave created a second cut.
This went on till the beach looked like of a series of connected camel backs. Coins and rings were freed from their resting place in the deeper sand. A few times I stepped on coins as they slid pass me toward the ocean.
Shortly after 5pm the Beach Patrol closed the beach to all. Unfortunately for me and other people detecting the beach we did not get to hunt the long awaited low tide.
I finally found Gary and we hunted the rest of the day at the connecting Southerly beach which was still open.
I accumulated $37 in quarters and enough pennies, dimes and nickels to fill two coffee cups. I also found ten rings and some other treasure.
My day with Fabian will remain in my memories for a long time since this was my first storm hunt because I found my first gold ring with a rock on it.
I enjoyed the day so much that I composed a short poem:
Roses are red,M
Violets are blue,
I enjoyed detecting with you.
Your winds carried the salt smell of the ocean to me,
Your waves exposed many treasures for me to find.
Someone on the beach said the gold ring was theirs,
But I know that you wanted it to be mine.
I am sorry I had to leave the beach,
But I hear that another hurricane is coming within reach.