silverfreak
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Started out in Mayberry...but ended up "sitting" in St. Louis.
What a crazy day that started out in the center of a cornfield...then wound up in St' Louis.
Dave and I had the whole day to hunt for a change so we decided to pay the filling station site a visit.
After a short while we became bored and decided a road trip was in order.
He has been wanting me to take him to some of the parks in St. Louis so I decided to head to Forest Park for a few hours. I told him we weren't going to head to any of the other parks I have hunted there because I didn't feel like putting my life on the line.
I've probably hunted Forest Park 8 or 9 times in the last 5 years and each time I go there...more dirt is moved around and more filldirt is added...but I usually get lucky and seem to be able to coax another keeper or two out. It's also pretty safe...much more so than 2 or 3 of the other parks I have hunted there.
I just always wander back to the spots I'm familiar with there...and where I have pulled some seated and half dimes from.
Signals are few and far between here but it is just a lot of fun to road trip a couple times each year.
It took about an hour before I got my first decent hit which turned out to be a nice "silver mystery clod".
After popping it open I was rewarded with a Barber dime.
A short while later Dave came walking over with a big smile on his face...and a clod in his hand.
He too had a silver clod...and in it was his first Barber from St. Louis.
Over the next hour or so we each got a few wheaties...and Dave dug the SWEET Ford emblem.
I got a nice 9" Injun' type hit and sure enough...from the dry soil came this sweet "greenie".
A few minutes later dave fought hard for a shiny Roosey from a filldirt area...and also the cool dog medallion.
I then got the sweet faint warble I was hoping for but it was heavily masked by iron. A dead null from one way...and an intermittent null from the other way. In one little window though...it sang with a sweet, mellow warble that seated or very worn barbers usually make.
I started digging down in the strange soil...(seems different every 10 feet here??)...until I caught the glimpse of a grayish disc sticking on edge...and a large chunk of iron right next to it.
I carefully removed the old disc and was rewarded with yet another seated coin from this pounded old park.
I wish I lived about an hour and a half closer to St. Louis...'cause I'd be hunting those parks more often. Of course my risk of getting mugged would increase as well.
Strangely enough...between us...Dave and I dug a few wheaties...some trinkets...an injun...a roosey...2 Barber dimes...and a seated dime...but never did find a merc. Would have been nice to combine for a dime slam
....but oh well.
I always have to work very hard at these parks...and pay attention to little things when listening to signals...because they have been worked heavily for many years. The history at these places though...provides the thrill of possibly scaring one more oldie up on each visit.
What a crazy day that started out in the center of a cornfield...then wound up in St' Louis.
Dave and I had the whole day to hunt for a change so we decided to pay the filling station site a visit.
After a short while we became bored and decided a road trip was in order.
He has been wanting me to take him to some of the parks in St. Louis so I decided to head to Forest Park for a few hours. I told him we weren't going to head to any of the other parks I have hunted there because I didn't feel like putting my life on the line.
I've probably hunted Forest Park 8 or 9 times in the last 5 years and each time I go there...more dirt is moved around and more filldirt is added...but I usually get lucky and seem to be able to coax another keeper or two out. It's also pretty safe...much more so than 2 or 3 of the other parks I have hunted there.
I just always wander back to the spots I'm familiar with there...and where I have pulled some seated and half dimes from.
Signals are few and far between here but it is just a lot of fun to road trip a couple times each year.
It took about an hour before I got my first decent hit which turned out to be a nice "silver mystery clod".
After popping it open I was rewarded with a Barber dime.
A short while later Dave came walking over with a big smile on his face...and a clod in his hand.
He too had a silver clod...and in it was his first Barber from St. Louis.
Over the next hour or so we each got a few wheaties...and Dave dug the SWEET Ford emblem.
I got a nice 9" Injun' type hit and sure enough...from the dry soil came this sweet "greenie".
A few minutes later dave fought hard for a shiny Roosey from a filldirt area...and also the cool dog medallion.
I then got the sweet faint warble I was hoping for but it was heavily masked by iron. A dead null from one way...and an intermittent null from the other way. In one little window though...it sang with a sweet, mellow warble that seated or very worn barbers usually make.
I started digging down in the strange soil...(seems different every 10 feet here??)...until I caught the glimpse of a grayish disc sticking on edge...and a large chunk of iron right next to it.
I carefully removed the old disc and was rewarded with yet another seated coin from this pounded old park.
I wish I lived about an hour and a half closer to St. Louis...'cause I'd be hunting those parks more often. Of course my risk of getting mugged would increase as well.
Strangely enough...between us...Dave and I dug a few wheaties...some trinkets...an injun...a roosey...2 Barber dimes...and a seated dime...but never did find a merc. Would have been nice to combine for a dime slam
....but oh well.I always have to work very hard at these parks...and pay attention to little things when listening to signals...because they have been worked heavily for many years. The history at these places though...provides the thrill of possibly scaring one more oldie up on each visit.
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I hope to find a seated some day. Love the pic with the IH imprint in the dirt. 
