Detecting between life and death
Lubos Grznar, Romana Schlesinger
Paperback
(Independently published, Jan. 13, 2019)
First book from a well known treasure hunter and metal dectorist Lubos Grznar is here! If you ever dreamt of treasure hunting and finding something huge in your life, this book is exactly for you. This story is what stands between you and your detecting success.Live through the unbeliavable expeditions to forgotten battlefields of second world war, experience the astonishing feeling of relics that have seen the light of the day after 70 years in the ground. Every find has its unique story, as well as this book and I will uncover, what have never been said publicly.Lets start detecting between life and death together!Chapter 5All that glitters is not goldWe had parked the Chevy at the classical spot. It is such a big car, we had a little problem to even turn to the houses. I am taking out my detector, putting on the camouflage outfit and the necessary gloves.“I hope that you packed those transmitters?” I am asking my company.“Of course, I did,” replied Thomas and then he started lamenting, as it is very specific for him. He lamented of not having luck, of not understanding how it is possible, that he is searching systematically and not finding anything good and that me, searching without a system, am finding all the good stuff. He began with excuses about bad luck, detector and so many other things. I knew this very well, so I had stopped him, because I knew, where that would lead.“Kindly calm down please! Your metal detector is fine, I had used the same one for 10 years. Its you. It is in your hands,” I lost my temper a little bit and added: “You can’t start the search lamenting right from the start. That is a bad luck! You have to think what you want to find, and I will!”“You are such an ass!” said Thomas and started to laugh loudly.Generally, it is hard to find a person who can understand my sense of humor. Fortunately, Thomas is one of few, who could really get me. We had kept a mutual respect. He is an amazing army medic and I am good at metal detecting as only few.“Never put yourself above someone. You are not as awesome as you think you are.”I had to tell Thomas: “I understand that you met only assholes until now, who took your finds, but you have to forget that now. You are here at this moment. Let’s dig! We don’t have the whole day!”I am turning on the metal detector and putting on my famous pace. Soon enough, there is a distance between me and my team mate. The silence of the forest is only interrupted by cracking of the transmitter and Thomas’s reports on his finds. Those are quite ordinary finds for me, since I have been detecting for way too long and those times when I have been happy about every casing or bullet are long gone. Although, I still have an understanding for others and for their happiness over their first findings. “Great! Just search it around well. I am 50 meters in front of you,” instructing Thomas via the transmitter. “We will meet next to the road, like I showed you, right near that colorful stake, that marks the border of this property.” I am taking off my backpack, my gloves and searching for a bottle of water and a cigarette. I am sitting on a huge bench and listening to the silence of the woods, waiting for a detector signal. I hear a beeping coming from the distance, lighting up the cigarette and waiting for Thomas and his arrival. He is smiling and waving from far, running towards me and in few second already standing next to me and showing me his finds. Watches, mess kit, casings, few zinc reichspfenigs and two German buttons.“Not bad, you newbie. Keep them!”“What? Really?” asks Thomas with a puzzled face that remined me the donkey from Shrek.“Really! I have already told you. You can keep everything you find. Welcome among the polite detectorists,” responding to him with a laugh. Now I am showing him my finds. One patriotic ring from the first world war caught his attention.