Bad Wolf
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- Dec 6, 2012
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So basically, I walked away from dirt fishing a few years ago when it got to be a little too distracting, shall we say, but not before I bought a new machine. And Iām not quite sure why, but in the last several weeks I started to get the bug again and so I broke out the old/new machine and started in on the front yard of the house my wife and I just moved into in Carmel Valley, California, which is just a bit inland from Carmel by the Sea.
If you read the photo from left to right, you can see how things progressed; First thing I dug up was the back-end of a pack mule cast in iron, which told me two things. First, that Iām undoubtedly an ass for starting in on this insanely addictive pastime once again, and second, that this old house (itās a post-Adobe, which is old for these parts, anyway) probably has more old, forgotten things to show. So, I took it as a good sign overall and continued swinging, pulling up an old beer can pull top next (another good sign of times long past), and then what I thought was a 22 shell but turned out not to be. And then, ringing up a bit low, a nice little cross with the remnants of a broken chain still attached that just happened to have the word āsterlingā on the back. Praise be. And finally, a few more swings and one last dig to uncover a 1955 S wheat penny before it got too dark to see.
So, what did I learn from this, my first dirt fishing experience in many years? As I mentioned above, that Iām probably an ass, though thatās no revelation. But I also learned that apparently I have the Good Lordās blessing to dig up as many old coins as I can find.
And for now, at least, I plan on doing exactly that.
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