mlw67
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Today's Adventures
I started out today going to a big old park (Washington Park, for you Portlanders) to see if I could find some oldies like bscofield has been doing lately.
Mind you, I'm not really a park hunter. I just thought I would give it a try. So after sinking a few mine shafts deep, deep down and not finding anything, and after hunting about 2 hours with a few measly pennies for my efforts, I started to head back to the car.
Part way back to the car I had the thought that most guys probably were hunting this place on full discrimination, so I turned mine way down to see what would happen. What happened was I dug about a bazillion caps and pulltabs on my way to the car. The bonus was a 1940 nickel that also turned up this way. Yippee.
So I left the park a bit disgruntled, having used up most of my hunting time confirming what I already figured--that there are probably no easy coins in Washington Park.
I stopped on the way home to hunt a teeny spot I had noticed this morning when I was going to an estate sale. I hunted *maybe* 15 minutes, and pulled out way more clad than I found at the park, plus a 1947-D quarter. WHY do I bother going to the parks in the first place? This is not the first time I thought I would try it and left disgruntled. Pfffft. Hey, I got some silver and learned a lesson. Trust my instincts.
The first picture is finds from the park.
The second picture is what I should have been hunting all day.

I started out today going to a big old park (Washington Park, for you Portlanders) to see if I could find some oldies like bscofield has been doing lately.
Mind you, I'm not really a park hunter. I just thought I would give it a try. So after sinking a few mine shafts deep, deep down and not finding anything, and after hunting about 2 hours with a few measly pennies for my efforts, I started to head back to the car.
Part way back to the car I had the thought that most guys probably were hunting this place on full discrimination, so I turned mine way down to see what would happen. What happened was I dug about a bazillion caps and pulltabs on my way to the car. The bonus was a 1940 nickel that also turned up this way. Yippee.

So I left the park a bit disgruntled, having used up most of my hunting time confirming what I already figured--that there are probably no easy coins in Washington Park.
I stopped on the way home to hunt a teeny spot I had noticed this morning when I was going to an estate sale. I hunted *maybe* 15 minutes, and pulled out way more clad than I found at the park, plus a 1947-D quarter. WHY do I bother going to the parks in the first place? This is not the first time I thought I would try it and left disgruntled. Pfffft. Hey, I got some silver and learned a lesson. Trust my instincts.
The first picture is finds from the park.

The second picture is what I should have been hunting all day.

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). I was sure it would be a Zincoln, but I was rewarded with a quite crusty 1897 IH. Now, in a 1950's area where I'm shooting for late era silver, I'd be far less likely to dig a mid +50 reading.






