I met TreasureFiend and Twistidd to hit a new area of the camp this morning, and after a few hours of hunting, Joe was the only one who had anything to show for it. So, we decided to go to plan B.
As we were just about to leave and hit the next spot, a guy named Mark was walking to his van. We started talking with him and did he have some stories about the area and some of the great finds from there.
I wish there was a video of that conversation to capture the three poker faces staring at him, but as soon as he looked away it was a different story. Wide eyes, raised twitching eyebrows, you get the idea. As soon as he left, it was three guys talking and babbling on at once!
To make a long story short, we picked one of the spots he told us about and spent the next few hours digging pulltabs, shotgun shells, and tin foil. Nothing really exciting, but I think we just didn't find the right spot.
We were pretty well spread out in the woods and I came across one little flat area that looked like a good spot to picnic. After just a few sweeps of the coil I found an old spoon that had been in the ground a long time. Great! I knew someone had picnicked in the area so I slowed down my sweeps and within 10 feet I got a nice repeatable signal, which I hadn't heard all day.
I cut a nice 6" plug and flipped it out of the hole, and scanned it. Yep, it was in the plug. An 1899 Barber dime turned out to be no more than 3" deep, and did it look beautiful in that pitch black dirt.
As we were just about to leave and hit the next spot, a guy named Mark was walking to his van. We started talking with him and did he have some stories about the area and some of the great finds from there.
I wish there was a video of that conversation to capture the three poker faces staring at him, but as soon as he looked away it was a different story. Wide eyes, raised twitching eyebrows, you get the idea. As soon as he left, it was three guys talking and babbling on at once!
To make a long story short, we picked one of the spots he told us about and spent the next few hours digging pulltabs, shotgun shells, and tin foil. Nothing really exciting, but I think we just didn't find the right spot.
We were pretty well spread out in the woods and I came across one little flat area that looked like a good spot to picnic. After just a few sweeps of the coil I found an old spoon that had been in the ground a long time. Great! I knew someone had picnicked in the area so I slowed down my sweeps and within 10 feet I got a nice repeatable signal, which I hadn't heard all day.
I cut a nice 6" plug and flipped it out of the hole, and scanned it. Yep, it was in the plug. An 1899 Barber dime turned out to be no more than 3" deep, and did it look beautiful in that pitch black dirt.
