Got a good one today.
I had been eyeballing a new place to hunt on my way to a jobsite, and yesterday I got permission. It was an old homestead on top of lake Agassiz gravel shoreline, and I have learned to pick these places along the ridge based on the fact that 6 inches down is literally road gravel and nothing can move deeper. I had about 30 minutes before dark to take a look and my hunch was right, within minutes I had 2 1944 wheats and a few memorials when
BAM my AT PRO went nuts! 2 inches down was a 1961 Canadian Silver Dime!
Awesome! Who doesn't like finding silver right! But it was getting too dark... so I had to go home thinking of all the wonderful piles of silver that must be there, just waiting for me to come back. I mean, if I found a silver in 20 minutes there must be all kinds laying around.
So there I sat with glints of silver flashing before my eyes, dreaming of my glory to come, planning my every swing. I loaded new batteries, sharpened my shovel, and cleaned out my pack for room for all that coin.
As soon as I was done with work, I rushed over to my mystical dream spot filled with silver dollars and lost gold rings, and there it was ...... NOTHING!
I worked the front yard, the back. nothing.
Under the clothesline, and near the well, where the Canadian silver was. nothing
4 hours in a relatively small area produced only trash and one brass buckle. Finally I found a single penny, which, despite my dire efforts managed to escape down a gophers hole near my hole and into what seemed to be a bottomless pit.
The SILVER GODS HATE ME I said.
This was the last straw - I wasn't going to come back here anytime soon..
Its about 200 yards across a field to where I park my truck. I don't really detect fields much anymore as I hadn't managed to find much with the amount of time a person can spend wondering aimlessly in 160 acre fields, so on the way in I left my machine off.
My frustration was at a peak level after the penny escaped me, and I remember swinging wildly and taking long strides, stomping across the field. since there was so much trash in the field I was basically ignoring the sounds,
doing a routine keep swinging until you just can't any more.
Halfway between the farm and my truck the ground cleared up and I started to listen again. I heard a chirp on the end of the swing, I have learned the AT Pro seems to be able to pick up a certain type of halo effect around coins, and almost seems to draw you right in.
I zone in, its a very nice high clean signal. I thought "Hey Mr. farmer lost a quarter", then "no its smaller that that".
So I dug around it and flipped out the dirt and out rolled my SILVER DREAM!!!
1916 D MERCURY DIME
I had been eyeballing a new place to hunt on my way to a jobsite, and yesterday I got permission. It was an old homestead on top of lake Agassiz gravel shoreline, and I have learned to pick these places along the ridge based on the fact that 6 inches down is literally road gravel and nothing can move deeper. I had about 30 minutes before dark to take a look and my hunch was right, within minutes I had 2 1944 wheats and a few memorials when
BAM my AT PRO went nuts! 2 inches down was a 1961 Canadian Silver Dime!
Awesome! Who doesn't like finding silver right! But it was getting too dark... so I had to go home thinking of all the wonderful piles of silver that must be there, just waiting for me to come back. I mean, if I found a silver in 20 minutes there must be all kinds laying around.
So there I sat with glints of silver flashing before my eyes, dreaming of my glory to come, planning my every swing. I loaded new batteries, sharpened my shovel, and cleaned out my pack for room for all that coin.
As soon as I was done with work, I rushed over to my mystical dream spot filled with silver dollars and lost gold rings, and there it was ...... NOTHING!
I worked the front yard, the back. nothing.
Under the clothesline, and near the well, where the Canadian silver was. nothing
4 hours in a relatively small area produced only trash and one brass buckle. Finally I found a single penny, which, despite my dire efforts managed to escape down a gophers hole near my hole and into what seemed to be a bottomless pit.
The SILVER GODS HATE ME I said.
This was the last straw - I wasn't going to come back here anytime soon..
Its about 200 yards across a field to where I park my truck. I don't really detect fields much anymore as I hadn't managed to find much with the amount of time a person can spend wondering aimlessly in 160 acre fields, so on the way in I left my machine off.
My frustration was at a peak level after the penny escaped me, and I remember swinging wildly and taking long strides, stomping across the field. since there was so much trash in the field I was basically ignoring the sounds,
doing a routine keep swinging until you just can't any more.
Halfway between the farm and my truck the ground cleared up and I started to listen again. I heard a chirp on the end of the swing, I have learned the AT Pro seems to be able to pick up a certain type of halo effect around coins, and almost seems to draw you right in.
I zone in, its a very nice high clean signal. I thought "Hey Mr. farmer lost a quarter", then "no its smaller that that".
So I dug around it and flipped out the dirt and out rolled my SILVER DREAM!!!
1916 D MERCURY DIME
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