Oh, how I’m loving this. It’s truly gratifying, heart-warming even, for an old sceptic like me, watching the anti-detecting brigade’s turd polishers in full panic mode. Here they are rushing about like headless chickens trying to burnish both the heavily tarnished ersatz data that is Heritage Action’s widely censured ‘Artefact Erosion Counter,’ and Dr Sam Hardy’s laughable, academically slammed, anti-metal detecting research Paper. The fox of truth is running wild in the henhouse of bullshit.
So said Josefina Vazquez Mota. Nevertheless, some in the anti-collecting/detecting posse are undeniably skilled claptrap merchants who rarely cease trying – albeit unsuccessfully – to pass off synthetic data as serious stuff when it’s simply 24-carat conjecture usually of their own making. Imagine my delight when an international team of six eminent and distinguished academics impressively demolished Sam Hardy’s anti-metal detecting Research Paper.
Britain’s archaeologists are dumping tens of thousands of unrecorded finds; pottery fragments; flint tools; medieval coins; for no better reason – they claim – than a lack of proper storage facilities. This deplorable situation was first revealed back in June 2016, by Patrick Sawer, the Daily Telegraph’s Senior Reporter.
My adopted club, the Central Florida Metal Detecting Club, recently put together an on-line (and downloadable) metal detecting handbook. It puts out there what their club does for all to see and importantly makes an excellent reference point for landowners.
It must be a real bastard when someone you detest comes up with the goodies and lifestyle that’s eluded you because you put your shirt on the wrong horse.
“I do not know what leads the artefact hunter to consider Megan Fox as an authority on archaeology,” writes Paul Barford superciliously. [Presumably, he means the eminent metal detecting journo and writer John Winter. JH]
Seems Megan Fox was only doing what Barford’s always doing; exercising the right to pass an opinion; only she had a valid point. Amusingly, it got right up the self-important Warsaw Wally’s nose.
Yo! Let’s hear it for Megan.