One of The Best Metal Detecting Finds Made by Treasure Hunter Dave in East Lincolnshire, p. 13

"Have you ever waited for a field that's baked rock-hard for weeks?
And prayed with all your heart for gentle rain.
The next time that you see it, its mud up your cheeks.
And when that's dry, it's seeded once again.

Or, with anticipation, you've looked forward to a site.
And drooled about the "goodies" it might yield.
To be told before you search it that it really isn't right
'Cos the farmers gone and sold the bloody field.

There's every kind of Gremlin (just when you don't need any).
Like wind and pouring rain, and snow and sleet,
And sites which have no cover when you have to "spend a penny".
Or wellies that are split and wet your feet.

There's silver paper, ring-pulls, and blobs of lead to boot.
And cartridge ends galore - that's far from funny.
Yes, every coin is George III, and all as rough as soot,
And buttons which look just like silver money.

You'd think with all this grumbling that we'd all bear a grudge
About the things we have or have not found.
But, it's true dedication, with backside caked in sludge,
Recovering our history from the ground.

It won't always be "Treasure" - there'll be days devoid of "goodies".
Yet the chance of decent finds is always there.
But, being there's a pleasure, to search alongside buddies,
Enjoying spacious fields and country air.

So, when the Harvest's over and "Bonanza Time" approaches,
You anticipate the things that you may find.
Remember - there's a field out there that's strewn with Roman brooches,
And jewelled strap-ends Saxons left behind.

There's a Bronze Age patterned Axe Head where they have grown potatoes,
That hammered silver's never very deep.
And where that Celtic shrine was, the ground is full of Staters!
You know, those things we see when we're asleep.

So remember on the field edge before you make a start,
To search for several hours in perfect bliss.
That win or lose you're out there, be glad to be a part
Of the truly greatest hobby that there is."