Hello All,
We had one heck of a hunt, finally got all the finds cleaned and examined and ready to post. First off, here's a little video to get you in the mood.
How bout dem crabs?
Shanegalang and I hit the fields Friday afternoon for a nice hunt at our little ole cane field over dar. We said a little thank you to Bernard Bonnier for lifting the Cane Curse off ole Shane and we got swingin out in dat muddy muck. The soup in between the rows looked almost as dark as the gumbo roux Shane's wife made for us last night.
We started diggin some Civil War bullets right off, and I got two flat buttons in the field, but it was me that had the Cane Curse cause although I dug a lot of targets, it was really Shane's day. We started out slow, over low heat, stirring frequently. Then I got a suspender clip and Shane got a couple nice cast brass nails. I got some Colonial clay pipe pieces from the field, and we were picking up pottery left and right. Then we got into a trashy area where we were fighting the aluminum monster digging can slaw, and Shane shouted "I think I got a coin!" When I walked over to him, I saw this:
It was an 1840-O Seated Dime.
Shane's second silver coin (the first was a half real). He was on cloud nine, and we took a break at the truck and guzzled some water and took Action on dat Cane Field again. I knew I had to find a coin to even the score. Then as fast as a hungry Coonie can down a plate of Jambalaya, Shane yelled that he found another coin. This was a SECOND Seated! Half dime this time, 1842-O.
Incredible. I felt the Cane Curse beating me down. I started sweating. I started babbling incoherently. Two Seateds in one hunt. I kept thinking about it. Repeating it in my brain. Shane called me over to take a photo with one of his treasures:
I had to find a coin, CW button, great relic...something! The light started fading, and I raced against it to no avail. It was his day--and he deserves it. Silvers number two and three. Well, we stopped by some old friends, had a beer around a big cast iron kettle and decided to stay the night in the Hacienda Mexicana de los Ratones Muertos. Beautiful little cottage with a spacious front porch near an old plantation home. Breakfast was included.
After a good night's sleep we got up and back in dem dar Cane Fields, ya. We had gotten permission for another huge tract of land, and wanted to check out the site of a plantation home. We pounded the fields there with little to show...BUT I did manage to get my coin. It was laying right on top and it beeped at me from the muddy silt of the bottom of the cane row.
Yep. A stinkin' 1915 Wheat. It's been a year since I dug a wheat cent, and digging them is kind of like eating brussel sprouts. You think you might be ok eating them again, and then you eat one and you remember how bad they taste.
Then we went to a little get together with some friends and got permission for another huge tract of land. Ate some Jambalaya and Cracklins, plus some damned good homemade sausage and then den we got back in da truck and headed back home to clean our finds, us. Shane's wife made Gumbo late that evening and I would've taken a photo of the beautiful bowl of goodness if I hadn't eaten it all up before I thought about it.
Here are some photos of the finds. First off, this one is for Hill Billy.
Shane's Pottery pieces he eyeballed:
Shane's keepers. Suspender buckle. Cast brass nails. Civil War 45 cal rounds. Barrel tap piece (upper right).
My GawGag. Camp lead, pack studs, parasol clip, pocket watch guts.
1700s clay pipe bowl and pipe stem piece.
My keepers. Civil war bullets, pottery, suspender buckle, and the grubby wheat penny.
Caution: Seated Liberty Photos Below!
We had one heck of a hunt, finally got all the finds cleaned and examined and ready to post. First off, here's a little video to get you in the mood.
How bout dem crabs?
Shanegalang and I hit the fields Friday afternoon for a nice hunt at our little ole cane field over dar. We said a little thank you to Bernard Bonnier for lifting the Cane Curse off ole Shane and we got swingin out in dat muddy muck. The soup in between the rows looked almost as dark as the gumbo roux Shane's wife made for us last night.
We started diggin some Civil War bullets right off, and I got two flat buttons in the field, but it was me that had the Cane Curse cause although I dug a lot of targets, it was really Shane's day. We started out slow, over low heat, stirring frequently. Then I got a suspender clip and Shane got a couple nice cast brass nails. I got some Colonial clay pipe pieces from the field, and we were picking up pottery left and right. Then we got into a trashy area where we were fighting the aluminum monster digging can slaw, and Shane shouted "I think I got a coin!" When I walked over to him, I saw this:
It was an 1840-O Seated Dime.
Shane's second silver coin (the first was a half real). He was on cloud nine, and we took a break at the truck and guzzled some water and took Action on dat Cane Field again. I knew I had to find a coin to even the score. Then as fast as a hungry Coonie can down a plate of Jambalaya, Shane yelled that he found another coin. This was a SECOND Seated! Half dime this time, 1842-O.
Incredible. I felt the Cane Curse beating me down. I started sweating. I started babbling incoherently. Two Seateds in one hunt. I kept thinking about it. Repeating it in my brain. Shane called me over to take a photo with one of his treasures:
I had to find a coin, CW button, great relic...something! The light started fading, and I raced against it to no avail. It was his day--and he deserves it. Silvers number two and three. Well, we stopped by some old friends, had a beer around a big cast iron kettle and decided to stay the night in the Hacienda Mexicana de los Ratones Muertos. Beautiful little cottage with a spacious front porch near an old plantation home. Breakfast was included.
After a good night's sleep we got up and back in dem dar Cane Fields, ya. We had gotten permission for another huge tract of land, and wanted to check out the site of a plantation home. We pounded the fields there with little to show...BUT I did manage to get my coin. It was laying right on top and it beeped at me from the muddy silt of the bottom of the cane row.
Yep. A stinkin' 1915 Wheat. It's been a year since I dug a wheat cent, and digging them is kind of like eating brussel sprouts. You think you might be ok eating them again, and then you eat one and you remember how bad they taste.
Then we went to a little get together with some friends and got permission for another huge tract of land. Ate some Jambalaya and Cracklins, plus some damned good homemade sausage and then den we got back in da truck and headed back home to clean our finds, us. Shane's wife made Gumbo late that evening and I would've taken a photo of the beautiful bowl of goodness if I hadn't eaten it all up before I thought about it.
Here are some photos of the finds. First off, this one is for Hill Billy.
Shane's Pottery pieces he eyeballed:
Shane's keepers. Suspender buckle. Cast brass nails. Civil War 45 cal rounds. Barrel tap piece (upper right).
My GawGag. Camp lead, pack studs, parasol clip, pocket watch guts.
1700s clay pipe bowl and pipe stem piece.
My keepers. Civil war bullets, pottery, suspender buckle, and the grubby wheat penny.
Caution: Seated Liberty Photos Below!
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Good to see you gittin' er dun!
Anxious to get back up there for another hunt. That gumbo was even better the next day! Always is. Cheers everyone and HH Shane Canefield Bandits 
