artyfacts
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- Joined
- May 1, 2010
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- Location
- South Jersey
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- 3
- Detector(s) used
- Whites DFX, MX7, Minelab Manticore
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
Where to start? Two years ago I had permission to hunt a farm field, it was big and side by side with his cousins farm. I met the cousin who is responsible for all the planting and harvesting of the fields. He walked out into the field while I was hunting and asked if I would return a rather expensive hitch if I found it, I said sure. I asked if it was ok to hunt his property, and permission was given. The parcels of field were huge and broken up by hedgerows. I started hunting the closest and was working my way from section to section, I’m still only three quarters of the way in two years. I would go back to the hot spots after plowing and clean them out as best I could and move on to where I left off. One afternoon I parked on the opposite side of the fields to save me the walk. As I made my way in I heard a vehicle stop and doors close. Two guys in there forties approached me and said they saw me with my detector and wanted to ask questions, they said they had started hunting for about a month and had found nothing and were on their way to another spot. They seemed like great guys and at the time I had never hunted with anyone. I offered to take them to a couple of places I had hunted before and even a new one that I had mapped out a year before. I met with them a couple of weeks later and had the pleasure of watching them find there first large cents, buttons and smalls, very cool. That was about it, I hunted with one of them on a field they had already hit hard and found a few smalls. I would occasionally send them pics of some of my finds. I ran into one of them a year later and he went on to tell me they had found an old site with coppers, reales, and hundreds of buttons. I asked where it was and he went on to say remember where we met you, the field right next to it… It had to be the last field in my rotation and the honey hole. I said, I have been hunting these fields for the last two years. He said he had asked for permission. I asked who did you ask, he didn’t know the name of the cousin that owned the farm. That is when the stupidest thing was said, I thought you were just hunting the other side. I slammed the site with all my might and this is what was missed… The 1833 capped 5 cent is sweet. 1905 Barber, New Jersey state button, Indian tinkler, flying eagle cent, Indians and a holed greenie.
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