Jamie Rullestad
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Yesterday, after about 6 months of really testing myself around this farm acreage, I found my first silver coin.
I found it on a very small wildlife observation/primitive camp site here in Iowa. The site was established in the early 1970’s, it being willed to my local county by a local farm family in the name of outdoor learning and education. It’s always been pretty rough, just a scrub brush type of place, but with a few walking trails cut by the county, a very small tadpole pond, a couple of picnic tables, and one primitive camp site.
I do a little background here, because what I found defies logic. I found a 1944 Indian Rupee. It was encased in rust and scale, so much so that I initially wrote it off as a cheap token, throwing it a box with the rest of beer bottle caps and pull tabs. It was rusty, scaly, and illegible. It wasn’t until I hit it with a little dishwashing soap, baking soda, and a soft toothbrush that it came to life.
I know many will counsel that I shouldn’t clean it, but frankly, it was headed to the trash without some second thought.
It hit a loud but squeaky 26/27 and only a couple of inches deep.
I found it on a very small wildlife observation/primitive camp site here in Iowa. The site was established in the early 1970’s, it being willed to my local county by a local farm family in the name of outdoor learning and education. It’s always been pretty rough, just a scrub brush type of place, but with a few walking trails cut by the county, a very small tadpole pond, a couple of picnic tables, and one primitive camp site.
I do a little background here, because what I found defies logic. I found a 1944 Indian Rupee. It was encased in rust and scale, so much so that I initially wrote it off as a cheap token, throwing it a box with the rest of beer bottle caps and pull tabs. It was rusty, scaly, and illegible. It wasn’t until I hit it with a little dishwashing soap, baking soda, and a soft toothbrush that it came to life.
I know many will counsel that I shouldn’t clean it, but frankly, it was headed to the trash without some second thought.
It hit a loud but squeaky 26/27 and only a couple of inches deep.