Indiana Digger
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- Location
- E.C. Indiana
- Detector(s) used
- White's Eagle II SL90
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
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Hello Everyone,
This is a classic example of "they hit you when you least expect it".
I was digging with my buddy Kenny this morning. He had a spot in a neighboring county that he had hit before, but had come up empty-handed. We decided to give his spot a try and drove out there.
We drove up a very long lane that had wheat stubble and waist high weeds on one side and on the other side of the lane was a field that only had the outside rounds worked. (bare dirt)
We hit the weedy side first (that's where the old house and barns used to stand) and after 15 or so minutes of being unable to swing a coil in that mess, we decided to try the other side of the road and swing over bare dirt. Signals were few and far between - and when we did get a signal, it ended up being old shell casings.
Since we weren't having much success, I suggested we may have to go to the local park and settle for some coinshooting. Kenny agreed and said,"Let me dig this signal first." I was no more than 10 feet away from him and got a signal, too. Kenny said, "I've got a washer". I told him, "Let me dig this signal it's probably a washer, too."
Two and a half inches deep and caked with dirt, I pulled out what I was certain was a very large washer. However, the "center" didn't budge when I tried to poke it though. Keep in mind this thing was completely covered in dirt.
I've had my heart broken numerous times by large washers pretending to be something else. I asked Kenny, "What the hell is this?" Committing the cardinal sin, I carefully brush away a tiny bit of dirt and saw some writing. This is NOT a washer. This is NOT a big-assed token. This is a large coin. My heart skipped a beat when I realized how heavy it weighed in my hand. "Could it be? Have I found my very first large silver?"
Indeed, I had. An 1879 Morgan Silver Dollar. After a few war-whoops and a few expletives, I carefully wrapped it up and brought it home to share with my fellow T-Netters.
I think I owe my buddy Kenny a beer or two for allowing me to hunt this site.
And to think...we were just about ready to leave...
It's true...."they hit you when you least expect it".
HH Everyone,
~Indiana Digger~
Hello Everyone,
This is a classic example of "they hit you when you least expect it".
I was digging with my buddy Kenny this morning. He had a spot in a neighboring county that he had hit before, but had come up empty-handed. We decided to give his spot a try and drove out there.
We drove up a very long lane that had wheat stubble and waist high weeds on one side and on the other side of the lane was a field that only had the outside rounds worked. (bare dirt)
We hit the weedy side first (that's where the old house and barns used to stand) and after 15 or so minutes of being unable to swing a coil in that mess, we decided to try the other side of the road and swing over bare dirt. Signals were few and far between - and when we did get a signal, it ended up being old shell casings.
Since we weren't having much success, I suggested we may have to go to the local park and settle for some coinshooting. Kenny agreed and said,"Let me dig this signal first." I was no more than 10 feet away from him and got a signal, too. Kenny said, "I've got a washer". I told him, "Let me dig this signal it's probably a washer, too."
Two and a half inches deep and caked with dirt, I pulled out what I was certain was a very large washer. However, the "center" didn't budge when I tried to poke it though. Keep in mind this thing was completely covered in dirt.
I've had my heart broken numerous times by large washers pretending to be something else. I asked Kenny, "What the hell is this?" Committing the cardinal sin, I carefully brush away a tiny bit of dirt and saw some writing. This is NOT a washer. This is NOT a big-assed token. This is a large coin. My heart skipped a beat when I realized how heavy it weighed in my hand. "Could it be? Have I found my very first large silver?"
Indeed, I had. An 1879 Morgan Silver Dollar. After a few war-whoops and a few expletives, I carefully wrapped it up and brought it home to share with my fellow T-Netters.
I think I owe my buddy Kenny a beer or two for allowing me to hunt this site.
And to think...we were just about ready to leave...
It's true...."they hit you when you least expect it".
HH Everyone,
~Indiana Digger~
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or at least a period counterfeit 
