Hello,
It has been a long time since we found the biggest treasure. I have a favourite place where I usually walk my dog, walk my detector or just observe.
One day, while using my detector, I found an odd and thin horseshoe in the ground. I put it in my pocket and totally forgot about it being there. After a week I remembered about the horseshoe and pulled it out of my pocket. I put it in a bowl of kerosene and started cleaning it. After having removed the last layers of dirt I grabbed the horseshoe and watched it carefully. I almost had a heart-attack! In my hands, the horseshoe started changing into a bronze sickle with beautiful patina and two ribs.
I was freaking out, running frantically from a man to another man in my work, where I sometimes clean my findings, and showed them the “history”. Everybody seemed to be an expert on prehistory and glossed my treasure in a way I did not like. They called it scrap, corroded pot, etc. Regardless the others I admired and cuddled my “prehistory”. I also planned to reveal the spot where I had found the sickle and dreamt about being famous, famous, famous... Idiot! I made three more strolls in the area where I succeeded but found nothing.
It came later. A friend of mine took me to a place with crosses and signs. We crawled up the hill, to 600 meters above sea level. I stretched my arms wide and turned around. “Hey dude, here is the place where sickles grow”, I shouted. My friend lighted his pipe and turned his detector on. He kept muttering about wolves and bears living in this area in the past, not the sickles! After two minutes of exhausting search he exclaimed, “Holy shit, another sickle grows here!”, and he started digging. He found a baby bronze sickle in the soil. Awesome! Because we worked really hard and were thirsty a lot we went to a pub to have a few beers. My friend proposed a toast. “I wish all the best to you and trust me, you will never find anything older than this, so don’t be exaggeratedly happy. Cheers!”
We invited professionals who did not believe us and claimed the area was inhabited only by bears and wolves, not prehistoric people. They blamed us for swapping the locality. The area had to be examined by a different archaeologist and localized by GPS. During the last activity my friend lighted his pipe again and said “Holy shit, another sickle grows here!”, and he started digging another crater in the soil. It drove the archaeologist mad and he tried to persuade us it would be better to dig in a square shape. My friend took a drag on his pipe and hissed “Make your own hole”.
A moment of excitement. A hand in the ground and… an axe! All of us took pictures of the axe and the archaeologist pulled a ruler, a paper and pencils out. We examined curiously what he was doing and drawing. Hard work, one must say. We made an appointment with an authorized person who was in charge and we were promised to be part of the following research. That is how the professional research began; measurement, localization, revealing individual layers of the 5, 4 m crater up to the 1 m depth. And this s the end of the story that reminds a fairy tale about two sickles, one axe and two guys wandering across the Krusne Mountains. Unfortunately, all rights are possessed by someone else, so do not talk about it, ok? Shhh. Look at the photographs only. :)
MERKELS - Czech http://www.academia.edu/218825/Depot_z_pozdni_doby_bronzove_v_Hroznetine_na_Karlovarsku_-_Ein_Depot_aus_der_Spatbronzezeit_in_Lichtenstadt_Hroznetin_in_der_Karlsbader_Region http://www.detektorweb.cz/index.4me?s=show&lang=1&i=25732&mm=20&xb=7&vd=1