It was now late May. The weather was getting hotter and the ticks and such were starting to make an appearance. It wouldn't be long before the swamp area would be too overgrown to hunt.
Saturday, May 21st:
I awoke early and drove to pick-up my father. We planned to hit the picnic grounds early but as usual, there were delays and we got there after noon. As I pulled in, Marco was already hard at it in another area. My dad went over to him and was speaking to him. I went right to the swamps and started in the spot where I left off.
The spot was paying off like mad. Coins galore including silvers. The sky was very overcast and it was getting late in the day. While digging, i watched Marco go by looking in my direction. It was an hour later and the sky was dark and it started to rain. I wasn't budging, as I was still pulling coins out.
It was at this point I saw Marco heading back toward his car. I could tell by his body language, that his was mad as a hornet. A few minutes later, I heard someone "peel out" of the parking lot. It was just then that my father came over and said that Marco was furious that i was in "his spot". He told my father that he did all this work finding "his spot" and that I was over here in it. My father then told me he got in his car and "peeled out" of the parking lot.
I stayed for another hour and then the rain was really coming down so we left.
Day five: silvers-5 wash, 26 dimes,14 war nickels. a bunch of jeffs and 130ish wheats(stacks of 5 in the pic).
It was Sunday, and like usual, we went to the grounds. I fully expected to see Marco there but he wasn't. So, we went to work. I was digging in the same area when i hit another huge honey hole. After a few hours working it, I asked my father to help because this was a huge one. I don't remember his totals, but i will post what he found in the last post. It was now dark out, and we had to wrap it up.
Day six: silvers-1 walker, 4 wash, 13 dimes,9 war nickels. 1 buff, 26 jeffs and 95ish wheats(stacks of 5 in the pic).
Another weekend done, time was running out. We found a few ticks on our clothes, and that meant that it was getting a little dangerous to hunt there.
I thought about Marco and what he was saying about me being in his spot. I knew that he would be upset. The question was: What was he going to do about it?
To be cont...
Saturday, May 21st:
I awoke early and drove to pick-up my father. We planned to hit the picnic grounds early but as usual, there were delays and we got there after noon. As I pulled in, Marco was already hard at it in another area. My dad went over to him and was speaking to him. I went right to the swamps and started in the spot where I left off.
The spot was paying off like mad. Coins galore including silvers. The sky was very overcast and it was getting late in the day. While digging, i watched Marco go by looking in my direction. It was an hour later and the sky was dark and it started to rain. I wasn't budging, as I was still pulling coins out.
It was at this point I saw Marco heading back toward his car. I could tell by his body language, that his was mad as a hornet. A few minutes later, I heard someone "peel out" of the parking lot. It was just then that my father came over and said that Marco was furious that i was in "his spot". He told my father that he did all this work finding "his spot" and that I was over here in it. My father then told me he got in his car and "peeled out" of the parking lot.
I stayed for another hour and then the rain was really coming down so we left.
Day five: silvers-5 wash, 26 dimes,14 war nickels. a bunch of jeffs and 130ish wheats(stacks of 5 in the pic).
It was Sunday, and like usual, we went to the grounds. I fully expected to see Marco there but he wasn't. So, we went to work. I was digging in the same area when i hit another huge honey hole. After a few hours working it, I asked my father to help because this was a huge one. I don't remember his totals, but i will post what he found in the last post. It was now dark out, and we had to wrap it up.
Day six: silvers-1 walker, 4 wash, 13 dimes,9 war nickels. 1 buff, 26 jeffs and 95ish wheats(stacks of 5 in the pic).
Another weekend done, time was running out. We found a few ticks on our clothes, and that meant that it was getting a little dangerous to hunt there.
I thought about Marco and what he was saying about me being in his spot. I knew that he would be upset. The question was: What was he going to do about it?
To be cont...
