Today’s action made me feel like a dog, and specifically, the dachshund. Now explain why
You are assembled and attentive. You swing the probe from side to side value as you drive wet dog nose to the wind. You go ahead, examine every bush and depression in the ground.
You hear the peep and do rack. Toggle and start carefully snooping a specific location.
And then the furiously bite into the ground with a shovel.
Carefully inspect the extracted soil, look attentively and see nothing, but there is something there for sure…
In the morning I still was not going anywhere, mine detector for me was not, and I decided to go just to breathe forest air, and finally starting to enjoy the spring. But it was really interesting, and there was an inner voice whispered softly that you would be lucky that this time that very SOMETHING squeaked! And that “something” will shed light on the events occurred many years or centuries ago, slightly open dense curtains of the past, cast a reflection on the deeds and thoughts of our ancestors.
And you go on, holding the nose to the wind, and below the mine detector coil to the ground.
All day we spent in the fresh air, fresh forest air. The place where we were located relatively far from roads and people.
The forest, the air which I liked, called Kovalevsky, now there are singing birds and the wind rustling in the crowns of young pines. But once there was a branch of hell on earth. In place of our search 68 years ago, turned one of the many battles of the Great Patriotic War – the crossing of the river Southern Bug. Trees were planted later.
On the night of March 19, 1944 a detachment of 85 scouts, commanded by Captain Konovalov started forcing the river. The weather was nasty with snowstorm. Intelligence agents, passing on smoothly in the icy water of a mile, cutting the barbed wire in the 6 stakes have reached the goal. The Germans did not expect the owners of the land in such weather. At 5:30 the Nazis were caught off guard detachment and an hour later cleared Andreyevka-Erdelevo.
The fighting over the few villages on the banks of the river came up to March 30: disposing of the invaders, our soldiers drove a heavy roller offensive farther west. On the shores of the Southern Bug up to 5000 people were killed …
We were here.
See large at google maps
All land there is dug up with trenches, covered with shrapnel, and watered of human blood.
Time is inexorable, and we can only guess the events of those days, one thing is clear-the war is a terrible thing.
So, our leader Sergey aka Snake in the morning got permission for archaeological excavations. After receiving instructions, we hit the road. So far we got eaten nearly all the pies. We came there , disassembled metal detectors, I got a bucket for the findings , and shovel Later, I assessed that the metal detector and shovel work better than just a shovel
Great weather, pleasant company and curiosity, I think this is what moves people to engage in such digging for buried treasure.
It has long been thought of buying a metal detector, but somehow stupid to buy the device without holding the equivalents in their hands and not checking in practice. Now began to think more actively.