A little story about how it all began...

A long, long time ago when I was a little kid and lived with my mother and stepfather.

I was out in the garden playing around pretending I was a part of the olympic games.

An old branch became a spear.

The gravel on the driveway became the long jump pit.

Oh, how it hurt to land in that gravel.

And I figured out many more strange olympic events.

One of the funniest was the shot-put.

I had recieved a bearing ball from a friends father.

It was really large and very heavy.

I tried to throw it longer and longer untill one day I threw it really long and over a small stonehill in the garden.

I could hear the applause from the imagined audience.

But when I went to retrieve the shot-put ball It was nowhere to be found.

I searched for hours and then days.

The days became weeks and a couple of months untill I finally gave up hope of ever finding it again.

I actually cried.

Almost forty years later I met my loving wife.

Maybe a year after we met I told her this story.

Then she said that she had a metal detector in the garage.

Maybe we should try to find the bearing ball?

Nah, I said. It wont be possible after all these years.

But she insisted so we went to the garage and after a long search she finally found the old no name dectector.

Some fresh batteries and we were on our way.

We drowe the 4 miles to my mothers house and told her what we was going to do.

She looked at us as if we were nuts.

We went out in the garden and turned the detecor on.

Swept it across the ground at where I thought I had lost the "large and heavy" ball such a long time ago.

The second sweep it actually made strange sound, like a "beopp, beopp" and I went down on my knees with a small garden throwel.

I made a hole in the grass and approximatelly 15-20cm down (to my huge surprise) I found the "large and heavy ball"

My wife looked at me with a strange look on her face when I started to laugh so tears fell down my cheeks.

"Whats wrong, she asked"?

Nothing darling, I answered and held the bearing ball in my hand so she could see it.

The memory had played mindgames with me.

When I was young the bearing ball had been huge in my then little hand.

But now it was so tiny that I actually felt really confused.

Amazed that this old detector could actually find my long lost bearing ball after all this time I decided that I wanted a "real detector".

Since my economy wasnt the greatest back then I saved and saved untill I could afford a Garrett Ace 250.

Oh, how happy I was! And it has been some great finds over the years.

This summer I bougth an AT PRO and I´m having so much fun with it both on land and in the water.

Finds are getting better and better and Im so hooked to this wonderful hobby!

I could tell you about some really old, strange and valuable finds I have made.

But this is still the best find I have ever made and it will allways be!

It made me discover the wonderful world of metaldetecting!

Who could have imagined that long over 40 years ago when I stod in my mothers garden crying my eyes out over a lost bearing ball.

The first picture is how I remembered the bearing ball. The second is the actual ball. :)