I have been determined to meet my silver wishes for the year. I started to get serious about detecting last year, so in counting my silver coins between a few months last year and this year, I needed 4 more to make 80. I detected this past Monday for about two hours and found a bunch of clad and a silver ring, but no silver coins. I started to brainstorm on where I can go to meet the number. Well, today I didn't meet it but brought in 78 silver coins between the end of last year and this. 2014 has been a tough year finding the silver for some reason.
I finally mustered enough courage to ask permission to hunt a property where my grandmother's house used to stand. I know the people who purchased it, but for some reason I know them just enough to make it easy but not enough to make it easy. I think it is easier to knock on a stranger's door.
My dad lived there from the 1950s' until he was drafted in the late 60s'. I spoke to him this morning and he told me that before their house was built, there was a feed store located there that he had lived in. He also spoke about there being a porch where his sister thought she had lost a ring. He also told me that I wouldn't find anything and that the soil was built up.
I drove over to the property owner's house and was granted permission straight away. I started in the front where the house stood. Right away I found a marble, which was nice because I knew it was my father's. The area where the house stood was much smaller than what I remembered. The entire immediate yard and house area is perhaps 30 x 50 feet. I guess when I was 11 the house seemed so much bigger. Right away I dug the 1919 wheat penny and dress weight. After digging a few memorial pennies and a few clad dimes, I started to concentrate on the sketchy deeper sounds. At the front of the property closer to the road I dug the 1954 Roosevelt dime. It was about 7 inches deep and under a root. I couldn't tell what kind of dime it was at first, and I was sure that I had scratched across it trying to get it out. Luckily I hadn't.
I dug the military buckle at about 9 inches deep. What is cool is that my dad remembers playing with it. Closer to the side of where the house stood I dug the sterling St. Mary medallion. I was really happy at this point.
My son was with me he needed to use the restroom so I was in a bit of a hurry. I saw the nickel on top of the ground and figured it was just a little dull because of the mud and I put it in the pouch. When I got home, I was extremely happy to find that it was a 1942-P war nickel. I have been obsessive this year in wanting to find one. I have been digging hundreds of zincs pennies because they ring in about the same tone. I'm quite amazed that I didn't even need a detector to find this one.
I also found this old pocket watch fairly early in the hunt. It has been awhile since I have dug one.
The lot definitely had some newer soil on top of the older, darker soil so I need to go in there with a deeper coil. What is pretty cool, is that I remember where the old garden stood, the well, burn pit and close line. It placed things in a new perspective for me, because in looking at the property, you would have never guessed where all this had been located.
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I finally mustered enough courage to ask permission to hunt a property where my grandmother's house used to stand. I know the people who purchased it, but for some reason I know them just enough to make it easy but not enough to make it easy. I think it is easier to knock on a stranger's door.
My dad lived there from the 1950s' until he was drafted in the late 60s'. I spoke to him this morning and he told me that before their house was built, there was a feed store located there that he had lived in. He also spoke about there being a porch where his sister thought she had lost a ring. He also told me that I wouldn't find anything and that the soil was built up.
I drove over to the property owner's house and was granted permission straight away. I started in the front where the house stood. Right away I found a marble, which was nice because I knew it was my father's. The area where the house stood was much smaller than what I remembered. The entire immediate yard and house area is perhaps 30 x 50 feet. I guess when I was 11 the house seemed so much bigger. Right away I dug the 1919 wheat penny and dress weight. After digging a few memorial pennies and a few clad dimes, I started to concentrate on the sketchy deeper sounds. At the front of the property closer to the road I dug the 1954 Roosevelt dime. It was about 7 inches deep and under a root. I couldn't tell what kind of dime it was at first, and I was sure that I had scratched across it trying to get it out. Luckily I hadn't.
I dug the military buckle at about 9 inches deep. What is cool is that my dad remembers playing with it. Closer to the side of where the house stood I dug the sterling St. Mary medallion. I was really happy at this point.
My son was with me he needed to use the restroom so I was in a bit of a hurry. I saw the nickel on top of the ground and figured it was just a little dull because of the mud and I put it in the pouch. When I got home, I was extremely happy to find that it was a 1942-P war nickel. I have been obsessive this year in wanting to find one. I have been digging hundreds of zincs pennies because they ring in about the same tone. I'm quite amazed that I didn't even need a detector to find this one.
I also found this old pocket watch fairly early in the hunt. It has been awhile since I have dug one.
The lot definitely had some newer soil on top of the older, darker soil so I need to go in there with a deeper coil. What is pretty cool, is that I remember where the old garden stood, the well, burn pit and close line. It placed things in a new perspective for me, because in looking at the property, you would have never guessed where all this had been located.
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