Heavy side story, I’ve been missing my absolute best friend of a cat since Monday night, been looking everywhere for him. Decided to swing around in some woods by my house to stave off the depression.
I live near an 18 century pub and church, just off of a road that’s been actively in use since 17th or 18th century. I’ve found a few 1880-1890s coins in my yard. Figuring people dispersed home drunk through the area since the 1750s, there’s got to be plenty of dropsies through the years.
Started off with a few clad, then two toasty wheats next to each other. I was finding things, but nothing exciting.
Walking in the woods approaching this road, I get a decent 20-22 signal, near the surface. I pull the plug and pinpoint it. I see a shiny edge, about the size of a dime, but it’s entirely too thin and with no lines… my heart stops.
I blinked a few times - told myself don’t touch it. Immediately ran it back to my house cradling it in my hands. A Spanish Half Reale practically in my backyard. Outside of Philadelphia. Another bucket lister.
A friend got a seated half this morning and texted me about it. I sent him this picture and said, “Sorry for one upping you.”
Started swinging with much more intent and focus, made sure settings were good. 5 minutes later, a solid 12-13 signal. Nickel for sure. Not a war nickel, but a Buffalo is always welcome. Crusty, not super high hopes on dating.
Continue swinging and 2 feet away, a nice 26-28. Out pops old Roosevelt looking nice and shiny.
The cherry on top of an already great hunt. Let’s keep going. 5 more feet…crisp 29-30. No way… my first Seated. 1854 and in unbelievably good condition. Again, just sprayed and didn’t rub it.
Had to leave early and capped the hunt with a nice silver pendant.
I haven’t dared touch the coins since without gloves. I haven’t cleaned them yet either until I’m certain whatever method is safe or I have them done professionally.
What a day after an exhausting and difficult week. Someone or something threw me a bone.
I live near an 18 century pub and church, just off of a road that’s been actively in use since 17th or 18th century. I’ve found a few 1880-1890s coins in my yard. Figuring people dispersed home drunk through the area since the 1750s, there’s got to be plenty of dropsies through the years.
Started off with a few clad, then two toasty wheats next to each other. I was finding things, but nothing exciting.
Walking in the woods approaching this road, I get a decent 20-22 signal, near the surface. I pull the plug and pinpoint it. I see a shiny edge, about the size of a dime, but it’s entirely too thin and with no lines… my heart stops.
I blinked a few times - told myself don’t touch it. Immediately ran it back to my house cradling it in my hands. A Spanish Half Reale practically in my backyard. Outside of Philadelphia. Another bucket lister.
A friend got a seated half this morning and texted me about it. I sent him this picture and said, “Sorry for one upping you.”
Started swinging with much more intent and focus, made sure settings were good. 5 minutes later, a solid 12-13 signal. Nickel for sure. Not a war nickel, but a Buffalo is always welcome. Crusty, not super high hopes on dating.
Continue swinging and 2 feet away, a nice 26-28. Out pops old Roosevelt looking nice and shiny.
The cherry on top of an already great hunt. Let’s keep going. 5 more feet…crisp 29-30. No way… my first Seated. 1854 and in unbelievably good condition. Again, just sprayed and didn’t rub it.
Had to leave early and capped the hunt with a nice silver pendant.
I haven’t dared touch the coins since without gloves. I haven’t cleaned them yet either until I’m certain whatever method is safe or I have them done professionally.
What a day after an exhausting and difficult week. Someone or something threw me a bone.
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