My mum found some treasure for me
When I was even smaller (about 5), I had saved about £1.70 in small change, and given it to mum to look after. She recently found it, and gave it back. Not much, but nice to suddenly have.
( Greenbat, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 20:40, Reply)

Time Team
I grew up in Oshawa, Ontario and for a short time lived in the downtown area. My Mum and I went for a walk one day to the nearby Kinsmen Park. We arrived at the top of the hill leading down to the park and creek. Landscaping renovations had been started there but they had finished for the day. Mum and I peered over the edge at the deep cuts made by a backhoe. There were a lot of objects sticking out of the freshly dug earth. Climbing down for a closer look, our eyes lit up.
We immediately starting picking and scratching at the dirt 'wall' removing old, glass bottles of every description. A green Lee & Perrins bottle, blue glass, lavendar glass, milk(white)glass! A Keen's Mustard tin with the label still on it disintegrated in my hands. We brought home as much as we could.
My Mum's friend Tom, the local historian lived in our apartment building. She told me to show him what we'd found. He was quite surprised and excited. We had found the local dump that was in use in the 1920's -1930's! I went back and collected more. A Pond's Cold Cream jar, medicine bottles, a cobalt blue poison bottle and more. What a find! It gave me 'the bug' so I learned all about it.
I've been living in Whitby, Ont. for years in an big, old, grey house(!) that was built in the 1850's. In 1986 I found an 1886 penny and 1901 penny in my garden. Added to my collection are more glass bottles and one children's ice skate from the 1930's. I wish I could dig up my whole back yard just like on the show, 'Time Team'!
(OGH, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 20:30, Reply)

Dublin to Belfast
Was heading up to see a mate up there and got on the train. It was pretty crowded and at this one table/seating area, there was a guy seated by himself. I politely asked if anyone was sitting across from him and he looked up at me and "Well, I guess not, genius."

Taking it for an angry comment at an American, I smiled quietly to myself and sat down, placing my USMC A.L.I.C.E pack (backpack) under the table. Anticipating a long journey with noone to talk to, I then started fumbling under the table with my pack to get a book out...only to spot a 20 Quid note on the floor by his feet. I quickly placed my shoe over it and it and started inching it towards my side.

I rode the ENTIRE train journey to Belfast with my foot on that note, when he got off I scoffed it.

Turns out to be a Sterling note and not Irish cash, which is all I had and it was 11pm when the train arrived in Belfast. Had it not been for that cheeky bastard, I would have been in Belfast with no 'legal tender'! BONUS! Thanks you wanker!

Sic Semper Tyrannis!
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 18:34, Reply)

I Found A Joke From The Past....
what is green, blue, red and goes ping ping ping ping?

If you are confused...
www.b3ta.com/questions/hiddentreasure/post34812/
( ogwen69 has returned from Reddit, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 17:44, Reply)

Pizzas and Pills
I used to skateboard near our local Pizza shop and one day the fat pizza boy was coming out with a mountain of pizzas for delivery to a Party. What he forgot though that he had left his change bag open and his big fat arse was knocking all the Notes out of it. 35 quid up - Bonus.

Years later I was at a big outdoor rave in Oxfordshire in 92 called Vision, after parking the car I noticed a bag on the floor - 25 pills in it - Bonus as well

I was off my tits for Days -

That is All
(hoogie Original Cunt Horse Author, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 17:16, Reply)

Many
years back, down in Cornwall, my uncle found some objects washed up on the beach. There were 2 of them - green plastic cases, each one containing 2 ground to air-type missiles about 2.5 foot long, stacked top to tail (don't ask me the exact type - I don't know about these kind of things).

Being a bit mischievous, my uncle decided that, rather than hand them in, he would find some way of setting them off. He knew a military-type person, and so went about enquiring in a 'hypothetical' way how to go about doing this. He discovered that the best way was to use a length of half-cut drainpipe, a mousetrap and a piece of string.

Him & some friends launched them from a quiet headland one evening. Apparently, they flew off out to sea in a spiral, spinning kind of way, and went for miles. He then got paranoid that he might have been spotted by the coastguard, or even worse, blown up a trawler. Luckily there wasn't anything in the papers.

He's still got the empty cases, and shows them off when he's been at the Jack Daniels.
(8-Ball, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 17:16, Reply)

I've had...
one night where I found many things. Twas a Friday night and I was intending to get incredibly smashed.

1st - found a wallet on a table. Kept hold of it, to hand in to the police after finishing me pint. Owner runs back in, asks if I'd seen it, so I produce it! Being honest, I hadn't taken anything out, (there was about £60 in there plus cards) and the bloke gave me a tenner straight off. Result.

2nd - In a club, sat down to try to hold the room still - what do I see? A mobile phone. I pick this up, look around and pocket it. Spend an amusing 10 minutes ringing up people in the memory telling them I've found the phone, all of whom says "Really? That's nice." Leave the phone switched on. The next day I get a phone call on the phone, which I answer and as I'm going to be in town again later that day arrange to meet. Girl was amazed that I'd answered and was going to give her her phone back.

3rd - That same Friday night, sat waiting for a taxi. A group of girls come along, sit down, jump in a taxi and leave. As I go to get the next, I notice she's left her wallet. From her driving licence I realised I was going to be driving past hers later on Saturday, so attempted to track down her phone number (ex-directory). I ended up phoning her neighbour and asking them to go round next door... No reward, although she did offer. She was rather attractive and I wanted to appear chivalrous. :D Although that didn't work either.

An evening of finding stuff, but being surprisingly honest as well. Shame it doesn't happen more often.
( icezebra *insert large monkey*, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 16:35, Reply)

eggs
on dartmoor a couple years back i found a carton of eggs with writing saying "happy easter" but as it was november the novelty of finding eggs quickly ran out when i opened the carton
(ruku87, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 15:44, Reply)

Bridge Porn
My mate has just textedn me saying he's found a porno under a bridge-bloody QC at Corus my arse- do they do no work? Yes they do it badly but thats another QOTW (the ferrari and airbus stories are frightening)

the joy in his text voice was truly heartwarming
(Keyser Soze, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 14:54, Reply)

Its mine, nooooooooooooooooo
Damm! neighbours go on holiday in a fortnight. So near and yet so far. Hope your happy mcvpjd3, you made me cry.
(Billy Sastard, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 14:42, Reply)

Once found the largest vibrator imaginable...
... under my girlfriend's pillow.

Does the tooth fairy have a well-hung brother?
(Error 404 - Username Unknown, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 14:16, Reply)

took the dog for a walk last night...
and found a £50 with Billy Sastard written on it just waiting for me to find it.*


*May or may not be true
(Biscuit Boy - aka - mcvpjd3, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 14:00, Reply)

Rich!
Aged about ten, some friends and I were playing around on some waste ground behind a field on the edge of our estate. I saw something glinting in the sunlight some yards away, and curiosity got the better of me. I went over to take a closer look and found.....

Gemstones!

Loads and loads of beautiful shiny gemstones, like nothing I'd ever seen before, in quite a striking colour, all scattered across the floor. I stood there gobsmacked, not believing what I could see.

I had visions of richness beyond my wildest dreams. Making sure none of my mates could see, and panting wildly, I stuffed my pockets with as many as I could carry then charged off home as quickly as my skinny legs could carry me.

I got home, practically screamed "Mum, look, we're rich!!" and emptied my pockets all over the floor, proudly standing back to await the admiration.

Except she pointed out that you don't get black gemstones. And that even if you did, you'd be hard pressed to mistake them for solidified roofing tar. And that this was now all over the fucking carpet.

A few weeks later I found a strange funny-smelling balloon discarded beneath a hedge. She was even less happy about that.
(Ali Bongo 9000 Ali Bongo 9000, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 13:41, Reply)

Need to get me a dog
Last year while looking after the neighbours dog when they were on holiday for the weekend I found loads of stuff. First night out for walkies a van drove by with its back doors open. As it drew level a large box of walkers crisps fell out. After waiting a wee minute, they didn't come back for it, so it was rescued from the road and taken to safety in my house.

Following morning. dog stops for a crap, not wishing to look, my eyes wander elsewhere and find a fiver on the ground. Go to supermarket on way back home and at the end of the checkout on the floor is a nice crisp tenner. Hello, life is good. Get's better. Last walkies before dog is returned home. In the woods next to us in the middle of the path, just sitting there looking all big and sexy was a neatly folded £20. I think it was the dog that brought the luck. Need to get the bugger back. There is a £50 out there with my name on it waiting to be found.
(Billy Sastard, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 13:26, Reply)

quite the opposite.

we just sold our house in the east end, also cos we thought paris would get the olympics.

bugger.

our buyers will be well chuffed now.
( bierbelly, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 13:00, Reply)

Adult art
At the tender age of 16 I spent my summer working as a labourer for a psychotic carpenter. His somewhat erratic behaviour got him fired and I was left alone to clear up the site with the message from our foreman that I could keep the carpenter's fishing gear. No rods or such seemed apparent but in due course I happened upon a sealed plastic bag that I had seen him take to and from work. On opening said bag I discovered 3 dog-eared adult mags from the mid-70s involving some of the largest muffs I have ever laid my eyes on. Year's later and I'm left with a centrefold of a Debbie Harry look-a-like and the mental picture of a handyman furiously fwapping at the riverbank in the hope of catching a salmon.
(oodles, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 12:52, Reply)

Pills
Cleaning out the wardrobe a few years ago, I was going through the pockets of old jackets before they were dispatched to the sue ryder shop. In one of the pockets I found a bag of 27 pills. Nice ones too.

I'd hidden them there sometime ago, pissed off to Thailand for a couple of years and forgotten all about them.

Did two of them before the bouncer at the local disco took them all off me. Arse.

Don't talk to me about length, girth and the like. The girls in the brothel round the corner all refuse to go with me because "It's too big". I thought the idea of hookers is they always say yes. I'd think it was funny but I'm not getting any. Pah.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 12:49, Reply)

At least they thought it was found treasure.......?
I have a very amusing bunch of friends, one of their tricks is to cut magazine pages up and make wraps out of them, cover them in clingfilm and leave them on a dance floor or some such place. When the excited finder opens up what they hope to be a gram of Gak, they find a small piece of card with "Gutted!" written on it. heh kidders!
( Clairebare Back once again with the Ill behaviour, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 12:37, Reply)

I once found..
A £5 note whilst on the ferry to France, being only 12 at the time, I was very pleased with that! Come to think of it, I'd be pleased now..
(SJ is the egg, meow, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 12:31, Reply)

My Favourtite Find
A few years ago, Mojo Pete and I moved into a pokey little flat above a TV repair shop in Harborne.

The Landlord was a lazy s*d, the place was filthy but the collection of old cathode ray tubes and other electronic gunk out the back seemed charmingly rustic at the time of moving in.

The previous tennants were bigger slobs than we were and really left it in a mess, but didn't leave behind anything but a cheap sh*tty plasticiky plate, that made a nasty noise when you knocked it and tacky gold effect around the edge.

Said plate was left on a shelf for a year until we made a run for it, and decided to take it to act as our sh*tty plate when sh*tty plates are called for, like resting paintbrushes, etc.

Plate was treated as such, until one day I was washing it and happened to read the mark on the back.

"Royal Doulton Gold Mosiac Fine China - for Marks & Spencers"

It now holds the French Fancies when the vicar comes to visit. We call it the Wedding china :)
(Cryptoprocta has abandoned the username of Voodoo Mary, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 10:30, Reply)

Scat
Okay so I didn't exactly find this treasure rather it was handed to me.

To begin I work in a Pharmacy and people naturally come in seeking our advice. One day an elderly man enters the shop and hands me a shopping bag without a word. Naturally I assumed he was returning and item; however, on opening the bag I see that he's coiled out some of his own "treasure" in to the bag. The smell was incredible and it being a hot day the bags sides were covered in condensation from his turd. Gagging I looked up at him in disbelief. He then innocently asked if he had worms - he had.
(mm123, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 9:28, Reply)

cat the ripper and other
My cat, though fantastic, is pure evil. Walking into my bathroom one morning, I saw a what I thought was a pile of feathers. Oh good, says I, cat's killed something again. Joy. Then I noticed a lump under a towel. I lifted it.
And underneath found a perfectly skinned bird.
On closer inspection of the 'pile' of feathers, the realisation that the cat had expertly skinned, in one whole piece, a live bird and set the two aside, placing one part under a towel, is a worrying one. Especially as he has no opposable thumbs.

About the same time, I found a new mouse head in my room for six days running.
I think the cat had some kind of psychotic break. He's alright now.
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 9:01, Reply)

Slippery when wet
In my back garden we have an old swimming pool. It hasn’t been used for years so there is about two feet of murky green water in the bottom. There is quite a steep slope leading down into the water which can be very slippery. The neighbours new cat (about 9 months old) found out the hard way just how slippery it is. Me (14 then) found the cat some time soon after it had died. It was so stiff with you could stand it up in and its tail would stick out horizontally!
Me and my friend found this much funnier than the neighbours!
(pkittoe, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 8:53, Reply)

The ghost of lighting past
I'm one of the stage techs for my school, which basically means that we have the run of the whole auditorium. We were looking for a place to fit some gear that we 'liberated' from the music department, and found a large crawlspace above the dressing room area. Looking around, we found various cables and an old (khaki-green dial-type) telephone, which we can only presume was put up there years ago by another lighting crew.

Two years ago we got a new set of dimmerpacks (for those that don't know, a dimmerpack is a large, heavy metal object that takes 500v in one end and provides a whole lot of dimmable lighting connections out the other), and promptly dismantled the old ones. Not having any further use for them, and nowhere to dispose of them, we proceeded to hide bits of them in all sorts of odd locations. Even now, if you open some cupboards and wall cavities in the auditorium, you'll be attacked by a large, heavy dimmer chassis leaping out at you. Great for keeping everyone on their toes. Of course, now we wish we hadn't destroyed the old dimmers - the new ones have caught fire 3 times in the last 2 years.
( Halkyardo isn't quite sure, on, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 8:46, Reply)

A few items
My mum once found a naturally mummified toad in the garage. She wrapped it in a jewellery box and gave it to me for my birthday, along side a box of chocolates called "Mistle-Toads".

I was walking with a friend one afternoon and i spotted the head of a male plastic doll (Ken? GI Joe? I dunno, never played with dolls) just lying on the sidewalk. I screamed in a mocking sort of way, and my friend stuffed it in her purse. The rest of the walk was spent concocting murder theories.

Two years later, I was walking to work when I noticed a GI Joe doll at the edge of the road. What made me laugh was that it had no head.

Also on a walk, I discovered a pair of bird wings - with no bird attached. I was so fascinated, I took a picture which my friend then printed and glued in her diary.
(ghettobooty, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 4:54, Reply)

RebelHill
Tell more of the tales of the removals.
( Snollock Biffer I don't really sniff Bollocks, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 2:41, Reply)

Well, I used to do removals for a living.
and we found all sorts of things. From a shit in a bag at the foot of a bed, to 5 grand hidden in a piano, to a lump of weed and some skins down the side of a sofa we were dumping. Then there was this posh woman who had about 200 photos of her anal piercing, the list goes on and on.

[Edit] oh, yeah, ample kiddie porn too. I even kept some from a 70s dutch publication that I found on the wardrobe of a local politician (read; ammunition)
( Beastmeter Small But Scrappy, Tue 5 Jul 2005, 23:59, Reply)