CoinFetcher
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Hello folks,
I was in the woods at my favorite hunting spot, you know where I dug up a Morgan dollar two weeks ago. It’s a large Hilled Forrest and I know that there are a lot of areas no one has swung on yet.
Where I’m hunting is called a Headland. A headland is a rock structure on the water. It is not a beach, you cannot walk along the water’s edge, and at the max height, this Headland/viewpoint is 250 feet above sea level. I want to include these notes in my story, because my honey hole was found in the dips and curves of the rock as it undulates upwards towards the peak.
My time at this site has me thrusting uphill through small bushes amongst large Douglasfir trees. Anytime there is a carpet of moss, or just bare dirt, me and my metal detector are happy, and we get some pleasant swinging in there.
Thrashing, climbing, swinging. Thrashing, hiking, swinging. An hour or so in and and I was approaching steep slippery rocks. I followed a narrow deer trail to the left of the large rock mounds. Still stealing in small swings as I trudged upward. After a short climb a small Mossi grassy ledge appears. I can imagine children throwing pinecones and playing Army here. Small hiding places among the rocks are everywhere. Invasive plant species like the Himalayan BlackBerry and scotch broom protrude, and cover good hunting grounds. This park is flanked by an affluent neighborhood, a very poor neighborhood, and a pioneer era small town downtown. I only save those notes to give you an idea of why it’s such an attractive hunting spot, and it explains the variety of targets I dig.
Here is the grassy notch that I have deemed a honey hole.
I was happy with the open area to actually swing my coil, and was not surprised by all of the signals around this area. My pouch had 10 full-size soda cans and other ugly targets in it, and my first target was no different. It rang up really high 32 on the Equinox. I was trying to see how small the target was at the edge of my coil. Hold up, it is a very small target. I was on my toes and being careful looking for a silver quarter in the rich black dirt, and sure enough when I saw that rim I snapped a photo.
I was very excited, I thought maybe there would be more. I text a friend and share the excitement, and resume my duties to pull the good targets out of here . Canadian wheat cent, 1920s wheat cents, a buffalo, a Mercury dime, a barber dime(1911 p) and a Washington state tax token where my prizes for that afternoon.
I marched in circles all around looking for a similar ledge. Indeed there were many ledges just like this but they had been either cleaned out or never had goodies in them to begin with. My mind just kept going back and thinking, “this is a honey hole”. Thanks for reading everyone, I would add more details but I have to get going
I was in the woods at my favorite hunting spot, you know where I dug up a Morgan dollar two weeks ago. It’s a large Hilled Forrest and I know that there are a lot of areas no one has swung on yet.
Where I’m hunting is called a Headland. A headland is a rock structure on the water. It is not a beach, you cannot walk along the water’s edge, and at the max height, this Headland/viewpoint is 250 feet above sea level. I want to include these notes in my story, because my honey hole was found in the dips and curves of the rock as it undulates upwards towards the peak.
My time at this site has me thrusting uphill through small bushes amongst large Douglasfir trees. Anytime there is a carpet of moss, or just bare dirt, me and my metal detector are happy, and we get some pleasant swinging in there.
Thrashing, climbing, swinging. Thrashing, hiking, swinging. An hour or so in and and I was approaching steep slippery rocks. I followed a narrow deer trail to the left of the large rock mounds. Still stealing in small swings as I trudged upward. After a short climb a small Mossi grassy ledge appears. I can imagine children throwing pinecones and playing Army here. Small hiding places among the rocks are everywhere. Invasive plant species like the Himalayan BlackBerry and scotch broom protrude, and cover good hunting grounds. This park is flanked by an affluent neighborhood, a very poor neighborhood, and a pioneer era small town downtown. I only save those notes to give you an idea of why it’s such an attractive hunting spot, and it explains the variety of targets I dig.
Here is the grassy notch that I have deemed a honey hole.
I was happy with the open area to actually swing my coil, and was not surprised by all of the signals around this area. My pouch had 10 full-size soda cans and other ugly targets in it, and my first target was no different. It rang up really high 32 on the Equinox. I was trying to see how small the target was at the edge of my coil. Hold up, it is a very small target. I was on my toes and being careful looking for a silver quarter in the rich black dirt, and sure enough when I saw that rim I snapped a photo.
I was very excited, I thought maybe there would be more. I text a friend and share the excitement, and resume my duties to pull the good targets out of here . Canadian wheat cent, 1920s wheat cents, a buffalo, a Mercury dime, a barber dime(1911 p) and a Washington state tax token where my prizes for that afternoon.
I marched in circles all around looking for a similar ledge. Indeed there were many ledges just like this but they had been either cleaned out or never had goodies in them to begin with. My mind just kept going back and thinking, “this is a honey hole”. Thanks for reading everyone, I would add more details but I have to get going
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Nice silver! Love the Barber!
