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Long Range Detector vs Metal Detector

Monday, November 28th, 2016

Long range detector is a tool. A metal detector is a specialized tool and has a specific job that it can accomplish.

Rarely does a specialized tool multitask into the regions of other similar tools. A detector that operates to find metal or treasure over ten feet away (long range) from the burial place is a unique piece of equipment. IF IT WORKS it will save hours of digging, diving or just searching for a treasure that has already been taken or was never there in the first place. A metal detector on the other hand is very handy if you are digging and your treasure is small like a coin and can hide in a shovel of dirt. The metal detector will find it immediately. However, if you are trying to find a coin or a bullion bar that is over 15” deep and you are working with a metal detector that is under $1000 dollars there is every chance YOU WILL NEVER FIND IT.

All long range tools do not work. Few have a money back guarantee. Most are expensive, and make claims that cannot be substantiated.

Extreme distance locators are rare, expensive and operate on totally different science than metal detectors. If you are looking for treasure that is several hundred feet deep in water, ground or substrate or maybe a mile away, this extreme locator can find your treasure based upon the amount of mass there is of the treasure sought for. Need to search the attic or basement without entering the house, (like from the street), easily done. Need to know if the treasure is on a fenced property that you do not currently have access to? Easily done from the road, (a kilometer away). Need to know if there is a vein of minable mineral on the backside of the mountain from where you have access, easily done up to three mountains away. Need to know if the treasure is raw mineral in the native ground (not hidden by man) just use a different setting and the equipment differentiates between smelted metal and unmined metal. Never any anomalies or interference with a substance like magnetite, ferrous metals, iron, steel, tin etc.

Dredging for gold is an excellent way to retrieve treasure that is in its raw form.

There are very few reputable dealers to help you succeed in this method of retrieval, but those that have reps in the field to hold your hand are the best to seek out before purchase.

A long distant detector will find the pockets of gold before you dredge. This method of concentrating your search pays off with less time underwater and less material that has to be suctioned up through your equipment to collect more gold.

We do not sell equipment. We sell our locating service to help you maximize you time, efforts and money to have a better chance at finding what you are looking for. Another extreme locator.

Most treasure stories are told with a origin, (how, when and where) but very few stories are recited with an ending. We have discovered with over 5000 searches that no matter when or how long ago the story originated, that the person that buried the treasure was using the ground as a “bank”. They had full intentions of coming back to dig up their treasure, and that they had no intentions of you finding “it”. In most cases, no markings, signs, or symbols were left denoting that, “HEY, I CAME BACK AND DUG UP MY STUFF!”

Within minutes our equipment will let us know if the treasure is still there or if it has been taken. After traveling the globe, our stats reveal that less than 1% of the publicly known treasure caches are still available to harvest.

The treasure is where it is still a secret, waiting for a extreme range locator to find them. The treasure is still hidden from the time the secretear hid his spoils from a battle, hid his loot from a robbery, hid his booty from a piracy, or just used the “ground bank” and died before telling anyone about the cache.

If you are of the old school metal detector and want to reach deeper than 15″ up to a couple of feet deep try this metal detector.

Treasure is still found, large and small. We don’t coin shoot but we can locate a one ounce coin up to 400 feet away.

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Treasure Hunting

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2015

Treasure Hunting, can be in your Backyard, caves, mines or for loot. First published 9-22-15. www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrwyK_ZzwWc treasure hunting

Underground Discovery has proprietary electronic equipment that can tell where the treasure is located, 10 oz of silver can easily be found a mile away.

Do you Have Signs & Symbols you want deciphered so you can find the treasure? We have an expert that can do an archaeology study or, our Long Range detector deciphers within seconds if the treasure is there at all.

Pinpointing the Location is easy with Underground Discovery equipment. Know the exact depth before digging (within 6 inches.)
Can’t find the original entrance, want to avoid the death traps, want to dig straight down?

While metal detectors average only 15 inches deep, our long range detector easily reaches 300 feet on land or water.

Digging for the Gold. We have saved investors & prospectors thousands of dollars, showing them that there is, or is not treasure where they want to dig, we can tell the difference between raw gold (that has not been mined and gold that has been smelted and reformed into bars, ingots, or coins.

The TREASURE
Cash, Gems, Gold Bars, Silver ingots and coins, if the treasure has been buried or undisturbed for 12 months, we can find it, underground, in the attic or the basement.
Most treasure that has been written about has been found, but here are a few examples of treasure that still exists, hidden away on private property, under the sea or in your backyard.

Have a treasure map? If we can discern from the map, the location within a mile or two, we can tell you if the treasure ever was there, usually from the highway.

We do not sell equipment. Our service is available for $5000 a day plus expenses.
Nondisclosure agreements will be exchanged. Give us a call. Telephone 480 463 7464

Treasure Hunting

Sunday, March 27th, 2011

Treasure Hunting Hazards!

Trespassers will be shot on sight. Then we prosecute!

“Not very friendly are they?” my brother, Dan, nodded at the sign hanging on the gate.

“Maybe they have reason not to be,” Paul answered as a blue pickup barreled down the dusty drive toward us. “When we spoke on the phone he said he was having serious problems with treasure hunters.” I chimed in.

Rex slammed on the breaks and stepped out of the cab with his hand extended over the top of the fence. He looked like Santa Claus with his white beard and pink cheeks, all smiles and welcoming us. “Come on up to the house and set a spell,” he said as he unlocked the gate and opened it.

A tall glass of sweet tea in hand, we settled in to listen to Rex’s story.

“I run a cow calf operation here. Have since my dad died and left the place to me years ago,” Rex said. “In all that time I’ve never had any trouble with trespassers. Never really cared if the occasional cowboy or neighbor took a short cut across the place. About a year ago, that changed. Suddenly, I was run over with treasure hunters carrying shovels and metal detectors looking for buried treasure. I don’t much care if they want to walk around in the heat and dig holes in this hard dirt. Mostly, they get tired quick and leave. But those mama cows care. A lot. Last week I had to rescue some fella clinging to a tree while one of those mamas stood under him shaking her horns. He was skinned from top to bottom and white as a sheet.” Rex chuckled.

“Then I got to thinkin’, what if someone got hurt out there. Never mind puttin’ up Keep Out signs, I’d be fighting a law suit ‘till I died.

“What do you suppose caused this interest? Did you plow up gold bars in the south forty?” I asked.

“Nothing that good,” Rex shook his head. “It was Uncle Willard.”

“Uncle Willard dug up gold bars?” Dan asked. We were both puzzled.

“No. This goes back to when Dad and Willard were kids. They had gone to town with grandpa. While he was in the bank doing some business, they got into his jug which was under the seat. They’d been talking about treasure hunting, pirates and robbers. After a few swigs, they got pretty bold and decided they’d go rob the drug store. Willard grabbed an old pistol they found hidden with the jug and stuck it in his pocket…just in case.”

“The boys slipped into the drug store and grabbed a grand total of $3.67 out of the cash box. Most of it was silver coins which Willard dumped into the pocket holding the pistol. Unfortunately, they weren’t the only boys who’d tried that trick over the years. Old Man Harper who owned the store kept a close eye on things. As soon as they started for the door he was hot on their heels. The local deputy just happened to be strolling down the street from the other direction and Dad and Willard were caught in the middle.”

“The deputy saw the pistol handle hanging out of Willard’s pocket and told him to take it out with two fingers and put it on the ground. Scared Willard so bad he turned the pocket full of change out. It went rolling down the plank sidewalk and most of it disappeared in the cracks. Willard was shaking so hard, he managed to pull the trigger and shot off half of dad’s big toe before he wet his pants.”

“Your dad wet his pants?” Paul asked.

“No, Willard wet his pants. Dad fainted.”

By this time we three brothers were laughing so hard tears were running down our faces.

“Granddad whipped both boys and made ‘em work for Old Man Harper all summer for free. They learned their lesson ‘cause neither one of ‘em ever got in trouble again. When we were kids, dad would take off his boots and socks, point at that half toe and say, ‘crime don’t pay, son.”

“Years later, Uncle Willard bought that drug store. Ran it ‘till he died,” Rex said.

“What did he do, bury his money out here?” Dan asked.

“Not exactly,” Rex said. “He made a small fortune with that drug store. Never married or had kids which made it easier. He put every cent in the bank, we think…”

“Willard missed his calling. He was a great story teller. For forty years he told every kid who sat down at his soda counter about the time he robbed his own store. With each telling that $3.67 grew. Last I heard, it was about $3 million. And he’d draw treasure maps. Waybills he called ‘em. He drew hundreds of those things. Unless he needed a hole dug somewhere in his yard, the maps were pretty vague. I have a dozen of ‘em in a desk drawer.”

“So treasure hunters are using Willard’s old maps to dig on your land? That right?” Paul asked.

“Not exactly. The digging started because of Maize Rainfeather,” Rex said. “That’s not her real name. She was born Mable Waters. She made up Maize Rainfeather. Thought it sounded Indian or mystical or something. She’s a little peculiar. Anyway, Maize writes a column in the weekly newspaper. She wrote a series about interesting people, living and dead from around here. Somewhere, she got a hold of one of Willard’s maps. Pointing to outlaw history, Maize eluded to Hell’s Canyon being a stashing place for every owlhoot’s cache that ever slept in the state. Then she conveniently merged stories and wrote how Willard buried over $3 million during the years he ran the drug store and printed that map in the same area which just happens to be in the middle on my property. If you hold the map upside down, Hell’s Canyon sort of looks like the little river and the bluffs in my pasture.”

“Did you ask the paper to print a retraction?” I asked.

“Tried. I said Willard never buried anything and there was no proof he did. They said there was no proof he didn’t either and refused to change Maize’s story,” Rex said with some disgust.

“I can see you have a problem with treasure hunters, but not how we can help. We find lost treasure,” I said. “What is it we can do for you?”

“Well, I want you to do what you do,” Rex said.

“I’m confused,” I said and shook my head.

“Blame Flo,” Rex said.

“Who’s Flo?”

“Flo’s my wife. Makes good tea, don’t she. Here you want some more?” Rex refilled our glasses and sat down.

“Flo read Maize’s article about Willard and says to me, ‘What if it’s true? What if Willard did bury a bunch of money up here? It would be just like him to do something mean like that!’ Willard cut off one of Flo’s pigtails when we were in school. She’s the kind of woman who knows how to hold a grudge.”

I said, “Flo, you know Willard never did any such thing. For one thing, Willard was allergic to a shovel! She rolled that around in her head for a few days and started again with what if.”

“Finally I asked her what she wanted me to do. “Find the treasure, don’t wait for a treasure hunter to find it!” she said. Never thought Flo would be bit by the gold bug. But bit she is. That’s why I called you fellas.” Rex looked as if that explained everything.

I looked at Dan and Paul. They looked back at me. “Let’s set up our equipment. We can tell you pretty quickly if there’s any lost treasure on the ranch.” I said.

“Mind if I help? Rex asked.

“Depends,” I answered. “Are you allergic to a shovel too?

“Nope, that was just Willard,” Rex laughed. “Come on, I’ll drive.”

Rex’s spread covered two and half sections. Between stopping to show us one sight or another and checking on a couple of cows, it took us the better part of the afternoon to check the entire ranch. We looked for gold, silver, and currency.

We finally ended up where we started, back on Rex’s front porch with more iced tea and a piece of the best chocolate pie I ever ate. If Mama hadn’t taught us better, we would have licked the plates.

“Rex, I don’t know if this is good news or not,” I said. “We didn’t find one trace of hidden treasure on your land. I’m sorry we have to disappoint Flo.”

“Oh, you won’t disappoint her,” Rex said.

“But I thought she wanted to find a pot of gold.”

“That would have been good, I reckon. Once I tell her she was right and I was wrong she’ll be just fine,” Rex said.

“But you weren’t wrong. There was nothing here.”

“Son, there’s two things you got to know. One, you don’t stay married to a woman for 43 years by telling her she’s wrong. And two, you don’t let a woman who can cook like she does go over a little thing like money,” Rex said.

“You’ve got a point there,” I said.

“Tell him the other news,’ Dan said.

“Well, we didn’t find anything on your land. But it looks like there’s something on the other side of the fence on your neighbor’s property.”

“I’ll be,” Rex laughed.

“You going to tell him about it?” Paul asked.

Rex shook his head. “Nope. If he wants to find treasure he can hire you fellas his ownself. Besides, I’ve been thinking about buying a few acres from him. Might want to charge me too much if he thought he had a lost gold mine or something.” Rex winked. “That still leaves me with my original problem. What am I gonna do about the treasure hunters?”

“If you can spare another piece of that pie, I think I may have an idea,” I said.

Later that evening we said our goodbyes to Rex. He was leaning over the gate with its new sign which read: Found it! Dug it!! Spent it!!!

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