twistidd
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Hey guys, I haven't had much time to check out the forum lately, I've been super busy and getting stressed out over school and work. Plus, trying to find time in between to plan a wedding. But, I was able to make it out yesterday morning with Mikewaz for a bit, and ultimately, it paid off well.
The first spot we went to was a place I have been researching for a little while. I had no idea how it was going to look in person. I had scoured over maps and aerials for a couple of weeks on this one and it looked like it had potential for some really old coins. Mike and I trudged through the woods toward the spot I had in mind, when all of a sudden I thought I heard someone make a noise. It sounded faint through my headphones. I looked over to Mike, who was probably a hundred feet away or so, and he had that same look, as if waiting for me to repeat what I yelled.
"What did you say?", I shouted.
"Nothing, I thought you were calling me."
I shrugged a "whatever" shrug, and kept hunting. Kinda creepy. Not long later, I had just met up with Mike for an update, and within seconds, we both see a pretty big coyote (biggest I've ever seen) in front of us, running full-speed toward us! I probably should have been alarmed, but to see this magnificent animal running like it was, and then leap over a huge downed tree, was just something to behold. As soon as it got really close, I thought, "Oh crap." Mike let out a deep bellow at it just in time. It applied the brakes and ran off in another direction. I never thought of coyotes as aggresive toward people, but I suppose this one may have been a territorial male or perhaps a mother with young nearby. Either way, a first for me.
Well, this first spot was a complete write-off, as neither one of us found anything but a small button and peices to an old engine. I had an appointment at 2 o'clock and didn't want to waste any more time, so we left and headed to another spot we had been to before, just not really thorough. Within an hour or so there and nothing but a memorial for each of us, we headed to the final stop of the day in hopes of salvaging a most perfectly beautiful Saturday. I was determined to find a silver coin but I also told Mike I was going to dig all deep nickel signals. Within minutes, I got a really bouncy signal. It jumped around but peaked in the 50's VDI (for all you White's guys). The numbers were consistent with larger beaver tail-style pull tabs. but normally, those ring up pretty solid. Since this one was showing hints of a higher tone, I dug it up and there in the hole was a silver dime! I called over to Mike so he could see it before I recovered it. It ended up being a '46-D Rosey. When I pinpointed the hole, I got the low conductor and there was the pulltab. I think the pulltab was originally right over the dime before I disrupted the placement by digging the hole. Kinda cool.
Not long after, Mike shows me up by digging a spectacular old coin. That b@st@rd. So then, I'm thinking, I've got to get back! In another trashy area, I just caught the edge of a 81 signal next to trash at seven inches and dug another Rosey, a '52-D. Ha! Then, he goes and digs a Rosey. OK, fine. I'll get back. I was having trouble finding silver after that but was sure digging the nickels, 14 in all, four being pre-1960 Jeffs ('43-P war nickel, '46, '53, and '55). I was really trying for buffaloes but they weren't showing up. However, I did dig two Cracker Jack toys, DEEP. One is a headless horse and the other, which I thought was a lump of slag before I rinsed it off at home, is a very cool little battleship.
I didn't realize how late it was getting, so I told Mike I was going to leave for my appointment. He decided to call it quits at that point too, but we both swung our ways back to the cars. Mike started digging a deep signal while I was nearby, and I kinda looked to him every few moments to see him remove more and more dirt from the hole.
"Must be an old rusted bottlecap" he says. "Oh-wait! Nope!"
That guy had to totally kick my @$$ with his gorgeous find, which was so deep, that when he put the Lesche digger in the hole, no part of the handle was sticking out. I would say it was at least 10 or 11 inches deep. On his way out. Maybe he'll post his finds, I won't spoil it if he does.
So, it was a great day, started off slow, but we were rewarded in the end. I also found some wheaties, they are '46, '26, '44 X 3, '51, '36, and one really crusty no-date. I also included in the scan, two coins from a short hunt last week that I didn't have a chance to post before, an 1890 V and a '48-D Rosey. Let's hope this weather can last into next weekend!
Joe
Does anyone have a decent working digital camera they are willing to sell cheap? Mine is good for nothing these days and I'd like to have one for pictures of my finds, so I can take some in-situ photos and not have to scan Cracker Jack toys. Thanks!
The first spot we went to was a place I have been researching for a little while. I had no idea how it was going to look in person. I had scoured over maps and aerials for a couple of weeks on this one and it looked like it had potential for some really old coins. Mike and I trudged through the woods toward the spot I had in mind, when all of a sudden I thought I heard someone make a noise. It sounded faint through my headphones. I looked over to Mike, who was probably a hundred feet away or so, and he had that same look, as if waiting for me to repeat what I yelled.
"What did you say?", I shouted.
"Nothing, I thought you were calling me."
I shrugged a "whatever" shrug, and kept hunting. Kinda creepy. Not long later, I had just met up with Mike for an update, and within seconds, we both see a pretty big coyote (biggest I've ever seen) in front of us, running full-speed toward us! I probably should have been alarmed, but to see this magnificent animal running like it was, and then leap over a huge downed tree, was just something to behold. As soon as it got really close, I thought, "Oh crap." Mike let out a deep bellow at it just in time. It applied the brakes and ran off in another direction. I never thought of coyotes as aggresive toward people, but I suppose this one may have been a territorial male or perhaps a mother with young nearby. Either way, a first for me.
Well, this first spot was a complete write-off, as neither one of us found anything but a small button and peices to an old engine. I had an appointment at 2 o'clock and didn't want to waste any more time, so we left and headed to another spot we had been to before, just not really thorough. Within an hour or so there and nothing but a memorial for each of us, we headed to the final stop of the day in hopes of salvaging a most perfectly beautiful Saturday. I was determined to find a silver coin but I also told Mike I was going to dig all deep nickel signals. Within minutes, I got a really bouncy signal. It jumped around but peaked in the 50's VDI (for all you White's guys). The numbers were consistent with larger beaver tail-style pull tabs. but normally, those ring up pretty solid. Since this one was showing hints of a higher tone, I dug it up and there in the hole was a silver dime! I called over to Mike so he could see it before I recovered it. It ended up being a '46-D Rosey. When I pinpointed the hole, I got the low conductor and there was the pulltab. I think the pulltab was originally right over the dime before I disrupted the placement by digging the hole. Kinda cool.
Not long after, Mike shows me up by digging a spectacular old coin. That b@st@rd. So then, I'm thinking, I've got to get back! In another trashy area, I just caught the edge of a 81 signal next to trash at seven inches and dug another Rosey, a '52-D. Ha! Then, he goes and digs a Rosey. OK, fine. I'll get back. I was having trouble finding silver after that but was sure digging the nickels, 14 in all, four being pre-1960 Jeffs ('43-P war nickel, '46, '53, and '55). I was really trying for buffaloes but they weren't showing up. However, I did dig two Cracker Jack toys, DEEP. One is a headless horse and the other, which I thought was a lump of slag before I rinsed it off at home, is a very cool little battleship.
I didn't realize how late it was getting, so I told Mike I was going to leave for my appointment. He decided to call it quits at that point too, but we both swung our ways back to the cars. Mike started digging a deep signal while I was nearby, and I kinda looked to him every few moments to see him remove more and more dirt from the hole.
"Must be an old rusted bottlecap" he says. "Oh-wait! Nope!"
That guy had to totally kick my @$$ with his gorgeous find, which was so deep, that when he put the Lesche digger in the hole, no part of the handle was sticking out. I would say it was at least 10 or 11 inches deep. On his way out. Maybe he'll post his finds, I won't spoil it if he does.
So, it was a great day, started off slow, but we were rewarded in the end. I also found some wheaties, they are '46, '26, '44 X 3, '51, '36, and one really crusty no-date. I also included in the scan, two coins from a short hunt last week that I didn't have a chance to post before, an 1890 V and a '48-D Rosey. Let's hope this weather can last into next weekend!
Joe
Does anyone have a decent working digital camera they are willing to sell cheap? Mine is good for nothing these days and I'd like to have one for pictures of my finds, so I can take some in-situ photos and not have to scan Cracker Jack toys. Thanks!
You're really killing those nickel signals. . . nice! 
