NavyDT
03-04-2010, 10:34 PM
My Name is B.A. Foster and i grew up in Oregon. about 12 years ago my father bought me a Whites Classic SL ID because they have a manufacturing facility in our little town of sweet home.
i remember going down to the showroom with dreams of finding a lost treasure in my head, saying Yarr every chance i got. Like most 13 year old kids with no one else interested in the hobby i dug my first 50 targets mostly being the usual nails, bottle tops and pull tabs. for my 4 hours of hard work i may have gotten less than 57 cents and being the only kid in the park with a Metal Detector i gave up shortly there after. The dreams of greatness quietly echoing in my mind until slowly fading into nothingness. The Whites was tucked into the closet to *almost* never be seen again.
i joined the navy as a corpsman and attended fleet marine service school in Camp Pendleton and found myself as a ":grin:OC stationed in Okinawa JP. i was lucky enough to go on a year and a half deployment with the marines.
During that time i got to travel around and i found myself in places i had only dreamed about in my younger years and really gained a real appreciation for history and culture. i learned that the sight of very old coins and relics had some deep seeded sway on me and something instinctively drew my eyes to look at them when ever i was at a museum or private collection.
after my return to the united states i thought i was going to be back for a while and could enjoy settling down and starting a family, well as anyone else who has been in can attest my plans were waylayed and i got to spend a nice summer vacation with the US and British army on camp bastion in Afghanistan.
during that time i met a British combat medic who was an avid detectorist and in between casualty's i would listen to him recount story's of all the amazing relics and artifacts he had found from all periods of history across Europe during the course of his career in detecting...
i got home to the united states last November and the rush and excitement of seeing my family and daughter all but washed the dirt stained detecting story's from my mind... but the perpetual darkness of a Mid-Western winter has a way of making minds wander back down forgotten pathways to memory's and story's we thought were long forgotten, and i started to recount my friends old tales of dirt, digging, sweat and glory.
The cold tundra has all but shut me off from the outside world and the quest for information has taken me to all corners of the internet seeking information on the hobby which inevitably lead me to this site and the amazing group of people who make up this community.
so here i am, a humble newly converted detectorist looking to learn all i can from the priceless community knowledge with a hope that some day i can give back what i have already been given, a chance to share my story's of the hunt with others that enjoy the hobby as much as i already do.
Very Respectfully,
B.A Foster
i remember going down to the showroom with dreams of finding a lost treasure in my head, saying Yarr every chance i got. Like most 13 year old kids with no one else interested in the hobby i dug my first 50 targets mostly being the usual nails, bottle tops and pull tabs. for my 4 hours of hard work i may have gotten less than 57 cents and being the only kid in the park with a Metal Detector i gave up shortly there after. The dreams of greatness quietly echoing in my mind until slowly fading into nothingness. The Whites was tucked into the closet to *almost* never be seen again.
i joined the navy as a corpsman and attended fleet marine service school in Camp Pendleton and found myself as a ":grin:OC stationed in Okinawa JP. i was lucky enough to go on a year and a half deployment with the marines.
During that time i got to travel around and i found myself in places i had only dreamed about in my younger years and really gained a real appreciation for history and culture. i learned that the sight of very old coins and relics had some deep seeded sway on me and something instinctively drew my eyes to look at them when ever i was at a museum or private collection.
after my return to the united states i thought i was going to be back for a while and could enjoy settling down and starting a family, well as anyone else who has been in can attest my plans were waylayed and i got to spend a nice summer vacation with the US and British army on camp bastion in Afghanistan.
during that time i met a British combat medic who was an avid detectorist and in between casualty's i would listen to him recount story's of all the amazing relics and artifacts he had found from all periods of history across Europe during the course of his career in detecting...
i got home to the united states last November and the rush and excitement of seeing my family and daughter all but washed the dirt stained detecting story's from my mind... but the perpetual darkness of a Mid-Western winter has a way of making minds wander back down forgotten pathways to memory's and story's we thought were long forgotten, and i started to recount my friends old tales of dirt, digging, sweat and glory.
The cold tundra has all but shut me off from the outside world and the quest for information has taken me to all corners of the internet seeking information on the hobby which inevitably lead me to this site and the amazing group of people who make up this community.
so here i am, a humble newly converted detectorist looking to learn all i can from the priceless community knowledge with a hope that some day i can give back what i have already been given, a chance to share my story's of the hunt with others that enjoy the hobby as much as i already do.
Very Respectfully,
B.A Foster