Feeling rather like a butcher hovering over a fresh kill when I first set eyes on the enormous expanse of land dotted with baseball fields, I was struck with the possibilities. Mentally rubbing gloved hands together, a tiny cackle of excitement erupted as I thought, “Ahhhhh! Fresh meat! Where shall I begin?”

And so it was and, in a way, still is. Metal detecting is a hobby in which you’re likely to discover almost anything. That first day at the Spring-Kline Baseball Complex was no different. One thing that struck me on that day wasn’t what I found in the ground as much as it was what was littered on the ground. Naturally, I’d expected the peanut shells. Never would I have thought I’d see pistachio and sunflower seed remains. And yet, there they were!