He might not be throwing Nazi's out of zeppelins or getting into gunfights with swordsman, but Dale Clifton, the archeologist at the DiscoverSea Museum, leads a very interesting life, with really cool artifacts to prove it.

The DiscoverySea Shipwreck Museum, located at 708 Ocean Highway, Fenwick Island, Delaware is a very unassuming place from the outside. Situated atop of a souvenir shop, this museum is dedicated to the maritime history of coastal Delmarva. The glass cases possess pieces from wrecks that happened just off these beaches. Beautiful flatware and silverware from England and Spain fill the room along with muskets, pistols and other valuable items.

However, if walking around in the Shipwreck Museum doesn't get make you want to buy a beat-up brown fedora, then speaking with Dale, also the museum director, will surely have you changing your name to Indy.

As the man who did most of the exploration and diving for the artifacts in the DiscoverySea, he roams the one room museum bursting with knowledge and stories behind all the pieces. And his own story is just as interesting as his treasures. Starting as a young boy finding a coin on Indian river Inlet (a.k.a. "Coin Beach"), Dale has been a shipwreck junkie from the get-go. Once he caught the bug he was out at sea, wearing make shift diving equipment with his buddy feeding him air through a bicycle pump.

And if you're as luckily as us (and of age) he may even let you try some 286-year-old rum rescued from the bottom of the ocean. Preserved in the ideal atmosphere, the "grog" burned the inside of our mouths, and then numbed it like Novocain before a dental procedure. Going down, it left a trail all the way, finding a place in my stomach and announcing its age to everything down there; it was king for a day.

Although he doesn't have a whip or a driver named Shorty, Dale Clifton makes for one of the most interesting archeologists, if not person I've met and adds to my already growing list of things I want to do and be when I finally grow up.

I am eager to start sooner rather than later with this new-found path, armed with a tip I got from the master – coins ashore on 72nd street in Ocean City, Maryland, but don't tell anyone... it's all for me....