My uncle said I'd find nothing in that Tennessee creek bed, then I pulled out a 400 year old pipe bowl
He laughed at me for hauling my sifter out to a dried up creek near Franklin last spring, but 20 minutes in I dug up a trade pipe bowl that a museum in Nashville later dated to the 1600s, so now he wants to come along, has anyone else had a naysayer turn into a digging buddy?
My dad pulled the same thing when I got into arrowhead hunting, swore the fields near our place were picked clean years ago. Two trips later he found a perfect point and now he keeps a bucket and knee pads in his truck at all times. Turns out the person who laughs first is usually the one who gets hooked hardest once they see real proof.