I hunted with T last year for a full two days and all we could muster was a few scrapers and brokes...and he wanted to come back for more. He wasn't the least bit dissappointed. Those of us who search often know that days and weeks like this happen and no matter how hard the conditions, just keep coming back for more. It's not about being a heavyweight, it's the thrill of the find that pushes a man up to and beyond his personal limits, it takes him to a place where the pain doesn't exsist. The two days that T and I hunted...a short walk but up a very steep cliff, 83 degrees F, 85% humidity. Our shirts were soaked before the first sifter was shaken. We also had to deal with some hard hitting horse flies. Absolutely the worst conditions I've ever dug. T never took a break for two days except to swish down some fluids. He picked up and moved several rocks that weighed a hundred or more pounds, moved a small tree with the root ball still attached...that thing probably weighed 500 pounds at least. His sifter is nearly 3.5 feet square made of 2x4's, dang, I couldn't lift it at the end of the day. T is an exception, he is a genetic monster. He wanted me to use the shovel to whack a horsefly on his back that he couldn't reach, and he meant it! The guy feels no pain.
I'm not trying to sell T to you as a hunting partner, your thread has provided me an opportunity to relive that miserable weekend and share the experience. Often times I think I'm alone in regard to the punishment I give myself to chase artifacts, it's nice hearing that others have a rough time as well. I use to walk fields and I found that to be more miserable than digging. While not as physically challenging, I could seldom find relief from the sun. At least in a shelter, there is shade. My hat is off to all the heavyweights out there that push your limits.