That's a great story of you and John! My hunting buddy is Brian and man, have we been in some places. The abandoned old mines down here in the Georgia mountains during the Gold Rush of 1828. And also old structures deep in the woods. And of course the famed wagon train robbery from the Confederate treasure and banks of Richmond in 1865. That one we hit it big, baby!
About that "Big hit." I'm posting the link to that story. "A Major Discovery" There may be subscribers that have not read it. And I get new followers every day. https://fwpandozzi.substack.com/p/a-major-discovery
Thanks Frank, I actually started on creating a YouTube presentation on this Confederate treasure discovery for my channel at: www.youtube.com/@KarpovageCreative. And man, trying to stare/speak into a tiny camera on your computer and feel natural is very off-putting! Gotta get used to it because I'm surely no news anchor reading as script. Took me like 4 friggin' hours of stops and starts just to get 4 minutes of narrative down. Now I need to edit it even further. And that's just the damned intro!
Mike, I had to laugh at your take on staring and speaking into a little camera on your computer. I laughed not at you, but with you. That's the reason why I haven't gone with videos. When I had the TV show, I had a film crew that guided me. It was totally different. It's awkward when your alone and trying to look normal while staring into a camera while speaking.
A good friend to hunt with is a lot of fun. My most reliable partner was an east German Shepherd dog took his eyes off of me. Save me twice from people with bad intentions.
Chased for troublemaking gangbangers back to their car, I don’t even know what they look like because I knew the dog would take care of them without my asking. I did have a human partner until he passed away. Known him since second grade, Big old guy named Phil. Phil would get a few feet away from my SUV and decided he had to take a cigarette break. He would pet the dog for a while. Then he would swing the detector around and ask me how to pinpoint the darn thing. He had a bad back so he would ask me to dig whatever it was. Then he would take a break and play with the dog. Once we hunted a creepy old house And he’s for that there was someone in the upstairs window with arrival. I told him he was crazy. He said let’s go in and kick him out of the house. I said Phil it’s not our house. Leave him alone and he’ll leave us alone. Besides, if the guy had enough money to own a rifle, what would he be doing in a creepy old house in the middle of nowhere? Since we were kids, Phil had a big imagination, and I knew that no one was in the house. We hunted until about finding a few. Continued to boast about going in the house and throwing the guy out, I continue to insist that there was no guy there. Just before dark, Phil walked across the front of the house one more time and I yelled out, look out there he is. Of course nobody was there, but I wanted to see how brave Phil was. Just like when we were kids, Phil jumped and ran like a scalded dog. His arms and legs going in all different directions, I’m laughing myself silly while Phil is referring to me as a particular part of the human anatomy. Phil got Covid during the pandemic And refused any treatment.
Ya, having a good friend to detect with is a lot of fun. And it's always wonderful to share those experiences with others.
And having a big, ole, dog for security, especially when in remote areas is a plus. My security is either a 9mm pistol, or a Snub-nosed 38. And yes, there have been times when we were in secluded areas where the skumbags wanted to mess with us.
One time a group of lowlifes surrounded our jeep. They were carrying rifles. We were in the middle of a dense forest. They were hunters. Told us to turn around and go back. They said we were disturbing their deer hunting.
Of course we did not turn back. Someday I will write about that day.
That's a great story of you and John! My hunting buddy is Brian and man, have we been in some places. The abandoned old mines down here in the Georgia mountains during the Gold Rush of 1828. And also old structures deep in the woods. And of course the famed wagon train robbery from the Confederate treasure and banks of Richmond in 1865. That one we hit it big, baby!
Thanks Mike,
About that "Big hit." I'm posting the link to that story. "A Major Discovery" There may be subscribers that have not read it. And I get new followers every day. https://fwpandozzi.substack.com/p/a-major-discovery
F.W.
You'll love this little cemetery/lost treasure video I did like 3 years ago.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-2zrd_9TZA
Awesome Mike. I have an idea. I will contact you via email.
F.W.
Thanks Frank, I actually started on creating a YouTube presentation on this Confederate treasure discovery for my channel at: www.youtube.com/@KarpovageCreative. And man, trying to stare/speak into a tiny camera on your computer and feel natural is very off-putting! Gotta get used to it because I'm surely no news anchor reading as script. Took me like 4 friggin' hours of stops and starts just to get 4 minutes of narrative down. Now I need to edit it even further. And that's just the damned intro!
Mike, I had to laugh at your take on staring and speaking into a little camera on your computer. I laughed not at you, but with you. That's the reason why I haven't gone with videos. When I had the TV show, I had a film crew that guided me. It was totally different. It's awkward when your alone and trying to look normal while staring into a camera while speaking.
F.W.
A good friend to hunt with is a lot of fun. My most reliable partner was an east German Shepherd dog took his eyes off of me. Save me twice from people with bad intentions.
Chased for troublemaking gangbangers back to their car, I don’t even know what they look like because I knew the dog would take care of them without my asking. I did have a human partner until he passed away. Known him since second grade, Big old guy named Phil. Phil would get a few feet away from my SUV and decided he had to take a cigarette break. He would pet the dog for a while. Then he would swing the detector around and ask me how to pinpoint the darn thing. He had a bad back so he would ask me to dig whatever it was. Then he would take a break and play with the dog. Once we hunted a creepy old house And he’s for that there was someone in the upstairs window with arrival. I told him he was crazy. He said let’s go in and kick him out of the house. I said Phil it’s not our house. Leave him alone and he’ll leave us alone. Besides, if the guy had enough money to own a rifle, what would he be doing in a creepy old house in the middle of nowhere? Since we were kids, Phil had a big imagination, and I knew that no one was in the house. We hunted until about finding a few. Continued to boast about going in the house and throwing the guy out, I continue to insist that there was no guy there. Just before dark, Phil walked across the front of the house one more time and I yelled out, look out there he is. Of course nobody was there, but I wanted to see how brave Phil was. Just like when we were kids, Phil jumped and ran like a scalded dog. His arms and legs going in all different directions, I’m laughing myself silly while Phil is referring to me as a particular part of the human anatomy. Phil got Covid during the pandemic And refused any treatment.
John, GREAT story. Thanks for sharing.
Ya, having a good friend to detect with is a lot of fun. And it's always wonderful to share those experiences with others.
And having a big, ole, dog for security, especially when in remote areas is a plus. My security is either a 9mm pistol, or a Snub-nosed 38. And yes, there have been times when we were in secluded areas where the skumbags wanted to mess with us.
One time a group of lowlifes surrounded our jeep. They were carrying rifles. We were in the middle of a dense forest. They were hunters. Told us to turn around and go back. They said we were disturbing their deer hunting.
Of course we did not turn back. Someday I will write about that day.
Thanks again John,
Frank