A while ago, Hubs borrowed a metal detector from a friend. Today between thunderstorms he went down to the backyard by the creek and tried it out. I heard lots of beeping, but no cries of "Eureka!".
When it looked like another storm was getting ready to let loose, I went down and got him to come back up. He proudly showed me what he had found...
Truly valuable treasures, every last one. The rabies dog tag was from 2005, we figure it's from our former neighbors deceased Chihuahua, Chynna.
I can't wait to see what else he can find! He wants to try closer to the creek bed next time. I hope he eventually finds something worthwhile.