i drove up to LA with Dana Point Val yesterday to hit an old barrio park. soon, captn fi(dan), goldenapples(jon) and tristan joined us. i started hunting around 7 am and had three mercs, one rosie, a silver ring and 23 wheats by noon. by this time dan, jon and tristan all had to leave, and val and i were still ready for more. i suggested we get lunch, then hit one of our other barrio parks- one that we have been kicked out of before.
so we get to this other park and we start hunting. i'm looking around for the first thirty minutes, looking to see if maintenence or park patrol is nearby, but we didn't have any problems all day. it's pretty slim for the first hour, with only a few wheats. val turns to me and says, "let's switch machines..." so i start swinging his sturdy SE and he's swinging my wobbly XS, and he calls me over to listen to a signal he's marked.i barely hear it...it's tough. i may have passed it. so we give each other back our machines, and he proceeds to dig up a wonderful coin that i'll let him post. nevertheless, it refueled our otherwise empty tanks- up to this point i was kind of thinking we should leave, that we're not going to find much...
so now we're amped up with val's great find and i start to hunt with newfound vigor. i find a little 6'x6' scrape along one of the paths. this is pretty exciting given the age of the park. so i start digging every coin signal in the little scrape and after a few memorials and clad dimes and zincs, out pops a '58 rosie. sweet. i recheck the hole and there's another signal! then i dig out a dirt crusted silver quarter. not knowing what it was, i ran over to val and showed him. while wiping the dirt off, i thought for sure it was a washington, being in the hole with a rosie. but it was a 1925 SLQ!
a quick high five and i was back to the scrape. two more wheats is all that was left. i started detecting the grass slope next to where the scrape was. i got a great, faint, deep signal and proceeded to dig. the ground here is hard. about four inches down there's a layer of thick clay and rocks. i tell you this because this is my excuse for scratching the holy hell out of the 1892s BARBER QUARTER that was at the bottom of my hole! oh, man- i murdered the reverse of this baby. like i was in a slasher flick. killed it.
we left the park around 7:30. another 11+ hour day. here are the totals:
1 '92s Barber Quarter
1 '25 Standing Liberty Quarter
3 mercs
2 rosies
2 silver rings
40 wheats
2 extremely calloused and sore hands
HH, Mike
so we get to this other park and we start hunting. i'm looking around for the first thirty minutes, looking to see if maintenence or park patrol is nearby, but we didn't have any problems all day. it's pretty slim for the first hour, with only a few wheats. val turns to me and says, "let's switch machines..." so i start swinging his sturdy SE and he's swinging my wobbly XS, and he calls me over to listen to a signal he's marked.i barely hear it...it's tough. i may have passed it. so we give each other back our machines, and he proceeds to dig up a wonderful coin that i'll let him post. nevertheless, it refueled our otherwise empty tanks- up to this point i was kind of thinking we should leave, that we're not going to find much...
so now we're amped up with val's great find and i start to hunt with newfound vigor. i find a little 6'x6' scrape along one of the paths. this is pretty exciting given the age of the park. so i start digging every coin signal in the little scrape and after a few memorials and clad dimes and zincs, out pops a '58 rosie. sweet. i recheck the hole and there's another signal! then i dig out a dirt crusted silver quarter. not knowing what it was, i ran over to val and showed him. while wiping the dirt off, i thought for sure it was a washington, being in the hole with a rosie. but it was a 1925 SLQ!
a quick high five and i was back to the scrape. two more wheats is all that was left. i started detecting the grass slope next to where the scrape was. i got a great, faint, deep signal and proceeded to dig. the ground here is hard. about four inches down there's a layer of thick clay and rocks. i tell you this because this is my excuse for scratching the holy hell out of the 1892s BARBER QUARTER that was at the bottom of my hole! oh, man- i murdered the reverse of this baby. like i was in a slasher flick. killed it.
we left the park around 7:30. another 11+ hour day. here are the totals:
1 '92s Barber Quarter
1 '25 Standing Liberty Quarter
3 mercs
2 rosies
2 silver rings
40 wheats
2 extremely calloused and sore hands
HH, Mike
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. I haven’t hit it as of yet but I might.
