Priced like junk.
Worth a fortune.

The good estates get picked clean

An estate cleanout posts at 9 PM. By the time you see it after work the next day, the dealers have already walked the driveway — and the mid-century pieces are in somebody else's truck.

The Deal Hunter checks for you on a schedule you set, so a fresh estate post reaches you as a brief — not as somebody else's haul photo three days later.

It hunts where antiques actually hide

Most alerts only watch Marketplace. This one also reads the buy/sell groups you already belong to, where the good estates surface first: whole-house cleanouts, "grandma's house, everything must go," downsizing sales that never get listed anywhere else.

It also reads the titles sellers actually write — "old lamp," "antique thing," "china cabnet," a mid-century piece confidently labeled "Victorian" — and it goes back for buried listings sitting at day 7 and day 14, when an unsold piece turns into a negotiable one.

Junk dies before it reaches you

Over-cap prices, wrong towns, reproductions priced like originals, "vintage-style" stock that came off a truck last spring, dealer lots, stuff you already saw. A filter kills each one before it ever gets near your phone.

Then comes the last test, the Stop-The-Truck test: would a sensible hunter actually drive over and buy this? If not, it's gone, however good the numbers look on paper.

It reads the listing like a picker

Before it pings you, it reads the whole post. Do the photos show a maker's mark? Do the era details line up — the joinery, the hardware, the cord, the base stamp? Is that honest patina, or damage wearing a fancy name? Are the price and town right?

If it can't confirm it, it doesn't send it. (A search once proudly offered a brand-new "vintage-style" lamp as a mid-century original. That's the kind of thing this step catches.)

Honest numbers, labeled

Asking price, sold comps, and estimates are different things, and every brief labels which is which. For antiques it leans on real sold listings — completed sales, not somebody's asking fantasy — and if the comps are thin, the brief says "thin comps" or "my estimate" instead of making one up.

Collecting? The brief tells you what the piece actually is before you fall for it. Reselling? It does the math: what it sold for, minus fees and shipping, minus the drive.

A brief on your phone. You send the message.

When a find is real, you get a short brief: why it made the cut, what to check at the door, and a first message already drafted in your voice.

You read it, tap send yourself, and go. It never messages sellers. That's on purpose.

Illustrated example — a sample of the brief format, not a real find.

Pay once. No monthly bill.

No subscription. You get one PDF. Attach it to a chat with your Muse, paste one sentence, and your Muse sets itself up by asking easy questions. If you're unsure, say "you pick."

It runs on your own Muse and your own Facebook account. You never type a password into a chat.