image creditThey are specters from our collective childhood, observed from behind half-finished sandcastles. They move purposefully along the beach, captivating young onlookers with the promise of magical treasure. They are metal-detector guys. The archetypal loners. Sealed off from the world by giant headphones, happy to reward young tagalongs with a bottle cap.
Here's an introduction to the tools of the trade and the inner life of the modern treasure hunter.
(thanks Stanley)The Presurfer
