Colonial KirkPA
Silver Member
- Joined
- Apr 4, 2007
- Messages
- 3,846
- Reaction score
- 9
- Golden Thread
- 0
- Location
- Colonial, PA
- Detector(s) used
- White's Pro XL
To the Forum: 
Hey, guys, what's up? Let me tell you, I had the fever super bad yesterday, so I decided to give treasure hunting a try. My uncle's Spanish wilver piece from Sunday had me in the Colonial mindset, so I decided to hit a site that produced some Colonial relics last Friday. Guess where I was heading, folks? Yup, yup (imitating John Walter)
, I was going to try my luck, or skill, at the "Old Colonial Road" site. 
With my gear packed in, I had the usual KirkPA coppa-seeking-like smile on my jib.
Folks, my Colonial mind was a wonderin'! For the 20 minute trip to the site, I was focusing on how life was like in Colonial times. 
After about 5 minutes of this musing, I felt, not literally, like a Colonial dude who lived back in 1774. Through my mind, I played out a Colonial scene.
One scene...the year is 1774:
As the sun awoke from its nightly slumber, its rays graced their presence across my brow. At this moment in Time - I aroused my spirits with a little sip of the great awakener...a cup of tea. :P After I dranketh this brew, my attire was soon firmly pressed against my Colonial skin. As I walked out the dooreth, the sun blinded me, so being kind of an oaf, I tripped down the Colonial steps and tumbled across the yard. After checking my Colonial clothing for damage, I did notice that a but-tin broketh off of my overcoat.
As the broked Colonial but-tin settles on the soil, I sauntered my way to my usual work area. 
I had to till my ancient soil, indeed. With my tools in hand, I started to churn the ground. After turning the ground for about 13 hours, my arms finally started to weaken. That was when, with my coin pouch on my person, I fell over in exhaustion...losing a coin. 
Not knowing I lost the coin, because I would have hunted for it for hours, if I had known, I decided to go in for the night. With bread on the Colonial table, I woofed down a whole loaf and consumed a whole pint of dirty river water.
Now'eth, to my bed for a slumber...
Back to 2008:
I was at the site of the dwelling and my detector was juiced up...ready for some analog sweeping, baby! I started out in the area of the iron patch and worked it like a pro. After about 10 minutes, I had a nice button and a dropped musketball. Then, 30 minutes into my hunt, I was detecting where I visualized the barn would have been located, when I received a nice "P" on "Penny" hit. Knowing that this is a good sig, I pinpointed the target at a depth of 2.5" and like John Walter would have done, I dug the doyt (dirt) out...a GREEN disc, baby! I picked it up and yelled out, "Coppa!" Oops, no one was here to congratulate me on my find. The coppa turned out to be a King George II coppa! Yeah, BABY! The coin is at least a mid-1700s coppa!
I was pumped up, dudes! I worked the area hard then and was greeted some numerous flat buttons. The wilver plated one had me pumped...I thought it was Spanish wilver at 1st, but then saw that it was a button (you should have heard the word I blurted out)!
Folks, this small dwelling has treated me well. I found numerous artifacts at this site and the coppa just put the icing on the caaaaake! Folks, my Colonial blood has been warmed, not with a heater, but with a King George coppa!
Keep the passion high!
Kirk
P.S. The coppa is barely identifiable, but if you look closely, you will see the bust facing left. It ain't about the condition of the coin, it's about the history! 
Hey, guys, what's up? Let me tell you, I had the fever super bad yesterday, so I decided to give treasure hunting a try. My uncle's Spanish wilver piece from Sunday had me in the Colonial mindset, so I decided to hit a site that produced some Colonial relics last Friday. Guess where I was heading, folks? Yup, yup (imitating John Walter)
, I was going to try my luck, or skill, at the "Old Colonial Road" site. With my gear packed in, I had the usual KirkPA coppa-seeking-like smile on my jib.
Folks, my Colonial mind was a wonderin'! For the 20 minute trip to the site, I was focusing on how life was like in Colonial times. After about 5 minutes of this musing, I felt, not literally, like a Colonial dude who lived back in 1774. Through my mind, I played out a Colonial scene. One scene...the year is 1774:
As the sun awoke from its nightly slumber, its rays graced their presence across my brow.
At this moment in Time - I aroused my spirits with a little sip of the great awakener...a cup of tea. :P After I dranketh this brew, my attire was soon firmly pressed against my Colonial skin. As I walked out the dooreth, the sun blinded me, so being kind of an oaf, I tripped down the Colonial steps and tumbled across the yard. After checking my Colonial clothing for damage, I did notice that a but-tin broketh off of my overcoat. As the broked Colonial but-tin settles on the soil, I sauntered my way to my usual work area.
I had to till my ancient soil, indeed. With my tools in hand, I started to churn the ground. After turning the ground for about 13 hours, my arms finally started to weaken. That was when, with my coin pouch on my person, I fell over in exhaustion...losing a coin. Not knowing I lost the coin, because I would have hunted for it for hours, if I had known, I decided to go in for the night. With bread on the Colonial table, I woofed down a whole loaf and consumed a whole pint of dirty river water.
Now'eth, to my bed for a slumber...
Back to 2008:
I was at the site of the dwelling and my detector was juiced up...ready for some analog sweeping, baby! I started out in the area of the iron patch and worked it like a pro. After about 10 minutes, I had a nice button and a dropped musketball. Then, 30 minutes into my hunt, I was detecting where I visualized the barn would have been located, when I received a nice "P" on "Penny" hit. Knowing that this is a good sig, I pinpointed the target at a depth of 2.5" and like John Walter would have done, I dug the doyt (dirt) out...a GREEN disc, baby! I picked it up and yelled out, "Coppa!" Oops, no one was here to congratulate me on my find. The coppa turned out to be a King George II coppa! Yeah, BABY! The coin is at least a mid-1700s coppa!
I was pumped up, dudes! I worked the area hard then and was greeted some numerous flat buttons. The wilver plated one had me pumped...I thought it was Spanish wilver at 1st, but then saw that it was a button (you should have heard the word I blurted out)!
Folks, this small dwelling has treated me well. I found numerous artifacts at this site and the coppa just put the icing on the caaaaake! Folks, my Colonial blood has been warmed, not with a heater, but with a King George coppa!
Keep the passion high!
Kirk
P.S. The coppa is barely identifiable, but if you look closely, you will see the bust facing left.
It ain't about the condition of the coin, it's about the history!
Upvote
0
But still a very good historical recovery! 
You are somewhat of a great hunter. OOOOOF
