I spent the morning just south of Myrtle Beach, ready to do a little metal detecting along the shoreline. Before I even turned my detector on, I spotted something glinting in the sand—a gold-colored chain lying right on top. My heart jumped at the sight, and for a moment I thought I’d struck it rich. Even though it turned out not to be real gold, that first discovery set the tone for an exciting start.
With renewed energy, I began sweeping the sand, chasing signals and possibilities. The day brought its share of common finds—pop tabs, a large fishing weight, a couple of coins, and plenty of random bits of trash. Each dig was a small mystery, and even the junk had a story to tell about the beach and its visitors.
By the time I packed up, my finds weren’t worth much, but the fun was priceless. There’s something about the thrill of discovery, the sound of the waves, and the anticipation of what lies beneath the sand that keeps me coming back. Not every hunt brings treasure, but every one brings a story.