One Sunday day I somehow got a conversation with one person who, by the way, mentioned to me that he had buried in the garden... some treasure. To the question "what is it?"I only heard: - I don't know, and nobody knows, who knew, had died. Me as a treasure hunter with experience, this conversation is geared specifically to accept insecure solution in search of treasure and the excavation, but the specifics of the conversation you need more accurate, to make sure - does it make sense to look for buried or is it another legend about buried in the ground treasures? Before his death, the man's father allegedly told him that he hid something in the garden, but where exactly - did not elaborate. And this hidden discovery gave him no peace. As a result of our long conversation, the customer spoke sincerely, spoke confidently, clearly not bluffing. They were also told that at the time, at his request, the garden curfile guys, but nothing was never found. - What devices did you work with? - ask. To mind as yellow... - that was a concise technical description of the instrument as a Forester. All clear, it was ASI, and we agreed that we dig. Agreed to when and parted.It was in August, the sunrise was very beautiful, and my feeling said the inner voice, that I would find the treasure. Arriving at the place, I went around the garden and I was wondering where I'm going to take the beginning of the search and where about could be the buried treasure? And the size of the garden is about 60 acres or just 0.6 hectares is to look for is where. And the owners, the first COP stood by and watched, then left, only the neighborhood kids at the fence watching me. Opposite the window I collected about 4 tags with deep signals, which attracted me most strongly. Remove the bayonet at the first mark, the signal is slightly increased, yet the bayonet is the same, I can even say better. And the thought of treasure does not leave me.Testimony of VDI on deep signal does not look, only the sound that changes from color to black and from black to color. At a depth of about 50 cm regular readings of the metal detector: tin rusty 10 inches from the coil. That's right, I dug up a big piece of roofing tin that was rusty. Bummer, but the excitement takes its toll.The label for the second number were very weak and deep signals. Conditionally I break 1,5x1, 5 square, and I remove two bayonets without check by the detector. Cleared the ground, do the wiring, there is a distinct signal that has a overflow from color to black. Again, two of the bayonet, the signal is colored and resistant, which cannot be lost, because the target area is large, the excitement is such that it is impossible to convey. Some neighbors have been watching near the fence, and all the whispering and talking about something, as in the headphones I hear nothing, and it is not interesting to me the conversations, to be honest. They just don't have time. Then the owner of the site is tightened, the first question is: what is it? - Nothing, - say, - search for! - Come on, let's have a cigarette, offers the owner. - - I agree, and notice that our way is to us a man. - Who is this? - ask. - John DOE, but he is interesting and he wants to watch. - Uncle Vanya, you wanted something? - I ask with a serious expression. - I wonder just what you're looking for? - Looking for mine, so you better get there - point to the fence, hung with the kids. - What if someone accidentally it will come? Uncle Vanya's mention of the mine as blown away by the wind and the trail was cold. Smoke a smoke, we means, and I gets for further the search. The benefit of marks has already been pulled, the climax is near. Do another bayonet and then the signal... so strong, it caught my breath. I look at the readings - about bronze or silver. Adrenaline and began to play.The signal is strong, the readings say that left to the target 10 see the owner of the site takes a bucket with the earth and the poor as much sweat, I also have a passion - digging briskly and silently. Everyone thinks about her: what is it? Dishes, coins, Antiques...? But both believe that the treasure is not a penny! And here is the first hook the spade, heart rate increasing, carefully, by hand selecting the land, saw the sacking of the old one. Flashed the thought that buried the bag with something clear bag from the ground and then you realize that you need a rope for lifting contents in the bag. The owner ran for the rope, very briskly, despite his age. Then the hostess appeared, looking big round eyes on the hole we have dug and naturally interested in what's in the bag buried. Now that we know. - Just a little bit! Then the rope appeared, tied, and pull together a heavy bag turned out and voluminous. Pulled out and look at each other, can not coordinate with our further movements. - Give the bag to the garage get - suggested master. The expression on his face I realized that he doesn't want when people to look at the contents. I agree to take the bag together and take it to the garage. Brought, installed it on the floor, and the owner gives me a knife and says: - Cut it. I cut the rope of the bag, release the treasure into the light of God... No one could predict what exactly we would find and what had been lying in the damp earth for decades.Appeasing his interest, get out of the bag... the Church bell, in such a beautiful condition, as if it was cast yesterday. He survived perfectly. Mount on it and a bell in the original, in one word - baby. Not until the end of believe their eyes, nevertheless, on it there is the writing 1864 g, and well arrived figure in the form of grapes. We took out, then, this rare bell from the garage and fixed on the street to the old Apple tree that would check how it sounds. The sound of the test was sonorous, this sound is able to produce only a bell made by old artisans on a special technology. It is very difficult to compare with sounds of modern bells. Totally wrong! And then there was a very good dinner, and even... bellows. Of course, I helped to find a place for the bell, and it still pleases parishioners in the Church with its excellent sound. And I a long time that was this narrative shifting on paper.
Koljan - Syktyvkar, Russia
