sandchip
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I hadn't looked the yard across the street from my house lately which had produced a handful of odds and ends, but no coins. I worked a little closer to the street than I had in the past and got a fairly stable 45 and figured I'd dig it. A lot of oak roots in the way, couldn't pinpoint it, nail bits, and so forth. I didn't have my pruning shears but I did have my shovel, so I cut out a shonuff plug. All this time the signal had gone up to the high 50s, so I was thinking a nickel. I was really sick of chasing whatever it was, but it finally showed its crustyass face (the soil is a b!tch on copper around here). My 81 year-old neighbor always joins me if he sees me over there. I said, "It ain't no nickel. Looks like a penny, but I can't tell what kind." He says, "Let me see." I learnt my lesson, fortunately, with a clad find a year or so ago, so I looked up and he already had his pocketknife opened and ready for bidness. I politely declined and rubbed it with my finger enough to see what looked like an Indian princess, took it over to my son, who said it looked like 1865. After a couple more Lincoln memorials, I headed back to the house and started hot peroxide soaks. After 6 or 7 baths, it looks like there may be a decent coin under all that mess, but that's gonna take several more days and toothpicks, then I'll probably drop it into olive oil for a few months.
So, here it is. Don't know what to make of the low signals, but I'm glad I didn't quit. Ended up being my oldest coin to date.

So, here it is. Don't know what to make of the low signals, but I'm glad I didn't quit. Ended up being my oldest coin to date.



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