Y2K Treasure could have been cash, gold, silver, food, gas or water. The survivalist said Y2K treasure could be guns, ammunition or nuclear wardrobes. Aunt Pearl recounted that ALL the prognosticators on TBN said the social security checks would stop, Banks would lock their doors, water would become scarce and food would only be available for those who had bought Y2K canned and boxed rations!

We are very well aware that the Y2K scare sold a lot of generators and stuff that normally never sold well. Aunt Pearl bought it all, bottled water by the truck load, powdered food, canned goods, five gallon pails of rice and beans and gold… 30 thousand dollars of small bullion. Aunt Pearl was beginning to suffer from dementia and seldom remembered from one week to another where she had hid valuables. She had triple locks on every door, called the police each time she forgot, accusing neighbors and out of state relatives of breaking into her house while she was in town. Aunt Pearl lived alone with two dogs, three cats, a turtle and a parakeet. Aunt Pearl was fearless, she had a shotgun, two pistols and a snake charmer. Crank callers always got the same welcome from Aunt Pearl, cooing, she would beckon, “Come on over Sugar, and I’ll fill your ____ full of double aught buckshot!”

She called one day, and being her favorite nephew, (for the day), I conceded to come find her miniature gold bullion bars. She had a habit of stuffing 100 dollar bills in old dresses, coats or shoes so I knew the bullion could be anywhere on the five acres. Two hundred and fifty miles later, the grandma figure Aunt Pearl was hugging, laughing, loving to see me, it was her family welcome. A hundred questions later of is it under the bed, is it, is it, is it, I knew she was having a bad day and only the latest Long Range Gold Detector would bail her out.

As I unloaded the equipment, Aunt Pearl complained that she thought I was coming up to help her look for her gold, “You know I don’t have any faith in ‘lectronics!” At 89, Aunt Pearl was the self appointed “sagess” matriarch. She knew everything and she knew best. She always bragged, “The Lord only enriches those He can trust with riches!” I knew I had to produce or the wrath of Aunt Pearl would be revealed and directed in full power at me…
Within 10 minutes I had a signal that pointed directly under an ornamental plum tree that had obviously been planted in the last 14 months. “Aunt, did you dig the hole for this plum tree?”

“No Sugar, I had Eli from the church dig it and then I went to “Blooms O Plenty” and picked it up.”

“Do you remember placing the gold bars in the bottom of the hole before you planted the tree?”

“No son I don’t, do you think your cousin Jeff buried it there while I was in town?”

“Could have happened that way Aunt.” I chided, knowing she forgot that she had buried the gold.

We didn’t have to uproot the whole tree. By digging on the close side, I uncovered a canvas bag with all the bullion intact. Aunt Pearl placed the bullion in her safe beside her bed. She called from time to time to ask me again where I put her gold and quickly remembered as I reminded her that she had placed it beside her bed in the safe.

Three years later a vixen niece came to visit Aunt Pearl for a week. All of Aunt’s crystal, silver and valuables were loaded in the niece’s van to be taken to Virginia, I was surprised to find that the niece had coaxed the combination from Aunt Pearl and of course the safe was empty. Aunt Pearl was gone as well, deposited in a nursing home. Each time I saw her she asked again where had she put her gold. I merely replied, “Remember the safe beside your bed?”

“Yes. Oh, Thank you Sugar!”

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Buried treasure always tops the list with gold coins coming in as the number one lost treasure story!

I leaned close as the elderly nursing home resident began to recite. He began slow and in a very low rhythmic voice, “Mr. Canteberry raised horses just a mile and a half out of town as a crow flies, but 5 miles by road in the crook of Boggy Slough Drainage. He didn’t come to town much, as the government took delivery of horses at his ranch. Every year the government buyer showed up to buy all the horses Mr. Canteberry had for sale. He insisted on gold coin for payment and in exchange would sell to no other buyer. Mr. Canteberry raised hay and wheat that he bartered to the Hightower Mercantile for food and supplies that the ranch needed. (He seldom paid for anything in gold coin.) Mr. Canteberry didn’t much care for banks either, said they was inconvenient and not to be trusted. My Dad had been his foreman for most of his adult life and worked as a wrangler some of his late teens. Mr. Canteberry never married, had no kin as we knowed of. When Mr. Canteberry began to feel poorly, quit riding and spent most of the day in a cowhide rocker on the front porch, is when he called my Dad in… Called him “Rodg”, his name was Rodger”.

“Rodg I got a sickness thats takin me out. I want you to have the place and run it like you have for me, I’ll be goin to town tomorrow an see the lawyer. I’ve saved all my gold coins and buried them in four Red Wing crock jars with zinc lids so as to not rust, in the catch trap just a couple of feet deep. Use your head Rodg, they’ll be easy to find when you need em. (Trap is a small fenced pasture.)”

“The next day Dad found Mr. Canteberry still in bed, asleep for all eternity. Dad continued to run the ranch cause the government agent was supposed to be there in a month. Four days before the horse buyer was to arrive, we had another visitor, (I was working for my Dad on the ranch as a wrangler), Mr. Canteberry’s nephew.”

“Reginald Peterson tiz the name, I’m here to take over Uncle Canteberry’s estate!”.

“Dad told him the buyer was due on Friday and that all the horses had been groomed, shod and ready to show. The nephew was excited. Friday came and went and the buyer never showed. A letter on Monday dealt the killing blow. The Great War was over, trucks were taking over and the government had no need for horses.”

“Reg called Dad in fuming.”

“I’ve been to the bank, there is no money, there will be no more money from the government and I will not be a farmer! Where is my uncle’s life accumulation?”

“Dad replied honestly that he did not know. The nephew held an auction and sold the horses, then the ranch to some friend of Reggie’s from New Jersey! Dad seemed to have the life stomped out of him, six months later we buried him. I got married and went to work in the peanut fields drivin tractor.”

“I thought of the buried treasure of gold coins in crock jars several times in my life but it felt like betrayal to Dad and Mr. Canteberry to share it with descendants from New Jersey. Besides the trap was over an acre! I am the only person living that knows there are four crock jars of gold coins known as buried treasure still on the ole Canteberry Place.”

Underground Discovery deciphered the story and set up within the ½ mile radius from the old Canteberry Homestead with the Slough to their backs. The Long Range Gold Detector locked onto “a target” within seconds. Moving to within 50 feet of the target, we discovered that there were actually four targets within 3 feet of each other, confirming part of the story.

As an FYI, ONE crock jar (Red Wing made a quart, 2 quart and one gallon canning crock jar) of gold coins equals 3/4 million in metal price… the total numismatic value is yet to be determined! The nursing home resident, makes frequent shopping trips, has a private room and a personal attendant…

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Knights of the Golden Circle Treasure Maps of the KGC and the on-sight signs include many objects other than animals. If it is an object, consider what the object does. What is the item used for? Is it the item a tool? What does that tool do? This could give you a clue for what they are saying but you must consider the context. Always take a series of photographs of each item and place in the picture an indicator for direction and an indicator for size. That way you can sit next to the fire on a cold winter night and examine the object and understand the direction it points and the size it is. Many times there is much information in the measurements of each part of the object. When I have someone send me a photograph of an item, I first consider if it is horizontal or vertical in nature. If it is horizontal I have them take a 12” ruler and lay it so the ‘0’ end at magnetic north and the ‘12’ at the southern position. This gives me the directional and a way of measuring the different parts of the item off of the length of the ruler. If the item is vertical in nature I have a hole in the ‘0’ end of the ruler, tie a string to the ruler and suspend the ruler so the increments are visible in the photo.

Now examine the item (non-animal) for its use. It if were say a knife, look to see where it is pointing but watch carefully for any reversal signs. The hilt might even divide the treasure and the point show the direction. The lengths may indicate how far to the two treasures. You see, a knife is designed to cut or divide. And although that may not be the use of your knife, it could be. You must read it all within the context.

Spanish signs were usually incorporated into a KGC site. Many times the signs were merged to confuse a Spanish sign interpreter. Dr. John Melancon has had extensive experience and success reading these signs to facilitate a successful “find”. If you need assistance at your location contact Dr. Melancon below or phone, 480 463 6579.

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Finding Family treasure began with a phone call on a Wednesday afternoon. As all stories start, this one began with the history…

Uncle Jack was 62 years old when it became legal to own gold again in the US. The Gold Reserve Act of January 30, 1934 confiscated every citizen’s gold coin, bullion or Gold Certificates! FDR’s Executive Order 6102 made it a $10,000 fine and/or up 10 years in prison to hoard or keep your own gold. 1975 in our family was the “year of Uncle Jack”, he bought gold again legally. Forty two years the family listened while Uncle Jack bitched, whined and complained that if he had it to do over again, the government wouldn’t be able to take away what it couldn’t find! (It didn’t help Uncle Jack’s disposition that as soon as all the gold was confiscated that the value went from the $20 an ounce redemption price to $35 an ounce worldwide!) After all, gold coin and Gold Certificates were as common as federal notes are now. For 200 years Americans used gold and silver as currency, and then it was “illegal” to use and own, “strange”, Uncle Jack would chant, “that out of all the countries, only in the US was it illegal to possess gold…”

Uncle Jack never married, worked as a machinist in Connecticut until he retired, then moved back to his inherited farm in Virginia. He refused to call the “greenies” (federal reserve notes) cash. The caller on the other end other the phone continued, “I was only 18 when Uncle Jack arrived home from the “gold buying place” with a heavy canvas bag that didn’t seem to be very full. Uncle Jack announced proudly, “Today I started buying my gold back! There is $10,000 in gold coin there Johnny!” He opened the sack and I peered in and in all my wisdom announced, “I never thought $10,000 was so small!”

Well, I wasn’t there every time that Uncle Jack came back from the “gold buying place” but the family can document three arrivals to the farm of $10,000 in gold each time. Over the next 12 years I would stop in to Uncle Jack’s to find him slowly rocking on the front porch with the same greeting each time I arrived, “buy gold Johnny, it will be worth more than all the “greenies” you could ever hope to gather!”

Dad and I found Uncle Jack in his rocking chair. Silenced forever, never revealed the location of the buried gold coins, and only Dad and I knew that Uncle Jack had bought gold and buried it somewhere on the sixty acres. Dad bought a metal detector (most only reach a maximum of 15” in depth) and would comb the likely spots on the weekend. Dad’s been gone since 95 and now I am thinking of selling the property and I hate to think someone would find Uncle Jack’s fortune after I sell it. “DO you think Underground Discovery’s underground imaging equipment can find Uncle Jack’s gold coins?”

“Yes, Underground Discovery’s equipment can locate buried treasure of this size!”

Fog was layered above the field to about the height of the orchard canopy. Our plan was to use two imaging machines to cover more area quicker. The property had been assessed and the logical places were first to be imaged, no luck. The day ended with no underground cache located. The following morning, the sun was shining warm and bright from the beginning. The grass in the orchard had been mowed, but the dew had already soaked our boots when we had the hit! As we crowded to see the computer screen, we could tell it was a ferrous (steel) object buried four feet deep. John was ecstatic, “Lets dig now!” We cautioned him that this may only be one stash with several left to find. As the shovels finally descended wide enough to bend over, to a depth of four feet , the shovel grated making the unmistakable sound of metal against the metal canister, an ammo box. Shaking the box like a Christmas package, John exclaimed, “I hear metal inside”. The box weighed about 15 pounds and contained 235 one ounce gold coins, about $10,000 worth at $42 an ounce in 1975. Today’s price, a cool quarter of a million! John announced on the spot that he wasn’t selling the farm.

Uncle Jack has to be smiling, knowing he outfoxed Uncle Sam but ultimately helped his namesake nephew save the family farm! Oh by the way John would like to have Underground Discovery back to find the other two hidden golden caches.

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With the addition of our long range detector we would have located all the targets on this ranch the first day.

If you have a family treasure that has eluded the family’s discovery, call Underground Discovery before you sell the property, or when you finally want to see what buried treasure has been hidden all these years…

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