No treasure. The treasure hunting trip turned out to be a complete flop. I love camping and it wasn't a bad trip. It was a beautiful day and I got a late start. It was nice and warm and my pack was overburdened with supplies. I didn't have a free hand to carry my metal detector with me. When I got to the campsite half the gang was there. 1 new face but the rest I hadn't seen in months. I spent the first day close to camp visiting, and remenicing about past adventures. I couldn't get more the 100 feet from camp without someone trying to follow me or ask me where I was heading. So I just hung out with the boys and helped them kill beers around the campfire. That night it dropped down into the upper 30's with a cold blowing rain. I choose a bad spot for my tent and in the process of trying to get to sleep I got soaked and cold. I didn't get any sleep and couldn't find my truck keys. I found them a few hours later and went home for dry clothes and some shut eye. After I got rested back up I made the drive back out there and started the hike again. This time slower and with an eye open for possible cellar holes. I found it. The biggest cellar hole I've seen in this area. Its about 15ft by 15ft square and about 8ft deep. There's some nice trees in the area. A huge pine that has fallen and is covered in a light coat of velvety green moss. Another tree has an interesting curl 20 feet up in the air. It looks like another good spot to sift, detect and bottle hunt. Just gotta find that dump. I gotta go back up shortly and get some pics of the area. I only managed to find a square nail and rusty cans. Nothing special....YET!

Swiz