parsonwalker
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We were having the worst day we'd ever had on this portion of the battlefield. At 3 PM, we'd been hunting 5 hours and I had one dropped Gardner and 3 percussion caps! Digging buddy had 3 or 4 bullets (But one was a Prichard) and a handful of caps. It looked like almost a bust. Then I got one of those "shadow" readings on the end of a trench. Just a mouse-whisper. At about a foot, the reading was strong and loud. Like a .69. At 18" it was screaming through my Grey Ghost headphones! Digging buddy joined me when he saw the size of the hole I was digging.
Then at about 2 feet, I caught a glimpse of a green rim as I dug.
Never touched it with my digger, and I'm glad because it is as close to perfect as you can get without BEING perfect. I've dug some nice stuff, and certainly more valuable, but this was my biggest relic hunting thrill EVER. Got it all on live video, too. I kept it short. Four minutes.
Not a rare buckle or anything, but my first (and I've hunted a lot of years) so I'm stoked. Early war, fat-letter W. H. Smith, Brooklyn marked, puppy paw buckle in immaculate shape. Deep burial in clean sand made it look like the ones they used to find in the 60s.
Then at about 2 feet, I caught a glimpse of a green rim as I dug.
Never touched it with my digger, and I'm glad because it is as close to perfect as you can get without BEING perfect. I've dug some nice stuff, and certainly more valuable, but this was my biggest relic hunting thrill EVER. Got it all on live video, too. I kept it short. Four minutes.
Not a rare buckle or anything, but my first (and I've hunted a lot of years) so I'm stoked. Early war, fat-letter W. H. Smith, Brooklyn marked, puppy paw buckle in immaculate shape. Deep burial in clean sand made it look like the ones they used to find in the 60s.
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