Have you ever had those evenings detecting when you âjust arenât feeling itâ? WellâŚme and Mastereagle headed out after work on Wednesday night. We had secured permission at an old Barn that was standing before the Civil War. The problem was, TONS of dirt work had been done. We went with no backup plan and basically, we dug a few cans here and there and that was about it. I did manage to find a brass horse tack ring, and Mastereagle dug a few clad pennies, but even those were after covering several acres. Tough hunt. 
We left this place and took off to hunt this old house we had our eye on. We arrived and started detecting the strip out by the curb. The third signal I dug, I pulled up this ancient looking ring. I donât know if this thing just had brass disease along one edge, or if there was a setting there at one time. It has seen better days though.
We entered the yard and after about thirty minutes, we realized this place was practically clean of coins, even newer clad. Apparently someone had hit this place before. There were several choppy trash sounds, but diligence paid off when Mastereagle came around the house with a Silver Merc and a Wheat Penny. I was energized by this and tried to really concentrate on my signals. I dug a screw cap signal in the front, and finally produced a small compact lid that had the company name on it.
Well, the time finally came and Mastereagle said it was time to go. I pretended not to hear him and decided to attempt a couple more plugs before we had to leave. I dug another signal in the left front yard and decided to hit the right side before leaving. I joked with Mastereagle by starting to pray out loud for the Lord to give me one good signal before leaving. A couple of times Mastereagle yelled "What"?! and I just yelled back, "Hey, I am having a conversation with the Lord"
I had avoided the âgutter lineâ of this place because I had only dug tiny little triangles of aluminum, but as I swept through there, I heard a sweet little sound mixed in with the slurry of other signals. I assumed it was probably a tiny sliver of aluminum. By this time Mastereagle was demanding to go, and towering over me as I dug my âlast signalâ as he called it.
I plunged my digger in and made about a four inch plug and started checking it with my pinpointer. I had a hard time finding it and realized it was in the plug. I tore the plug apart and finally saw this extremely tiny little coin. I thought at first it was play money but thought to myselfâŚâplease have a reeded edgeâ!!! I picked up the coin still enveloped in the dirt clod and sure enoughâŚthe edge had reeds. I started saying âOh my GodââŚâYou know what I think I just dugâ?!!! Mastereagle says âWhat is itâ? I said âOh my GodâŚI think itâs a HALF DIMEâ!!!! He looks at it close and says, âItâs an 1851â!!! Well, I guess the Lord was really with me tonight....literally!!
I have to give Mastereagle credit during tonights hunt. He high fived me and congratulated me. He was truly happy for me; I cannot rip on him in this post like usual. I have taken the gloves off. Here is a picture of him congratulating me:
Here is the Half Dime I dug. It was a 1851O.....and I really donât think the tiny scratch was caused by my digger, but maybe. I donât really care though because I would never sell it anyway. I can't even believe I not only dug my first Seated Coin, but it was the elusive Half Dime. I never would have imagined in my wildest dreams that I would dig one of these. In our town, this is probably a find of a lifetime!
I got home and cleaned the rest of my trashy stuff and was getting ready to hurl this tiny piece of metal when it took on a familiar shape. I discovered this little guy had snuck in my pouch disguised as a dirt clod. I bathed him and gave him a nickel to dance on. I love finding these little lead toys. He sure looks old and tired, but I was super happy to have him.
Here's another pic of some of the other finds:
Hope you enjoyed reading...Happy Hunting Everyone.
Baldingboy
We left this place and took off to hunt this old house we had our eye on. We arrived and started detecting the strip out by the curb. The third signal I dug, I pulled up this ancient looking ring. I donât know if this thing just had brass disease along one edge, or if there was a setting there at one time. It has seen better days though.
We entered the yard and after about thirty minutes, we realized this place was practically clean of coins, even newer clad. Apparently someone had hit this place before. There were several choppy trash sounds, but diligence paid off when Mastereagle came around the house with a Silver Merc and a Wheat Penny. I was energized by this and tried to really concentrate on my signals. I dug a screw cap signal in the front, and finally produced a small compact lid that had the company name on it.
Well, the time finally came and Mastereagle said it was time to go. I pretended not to hear him and decided to attempt a couple more plugs before we had to leave. I dug another signal in the left front yard and decided to hit the right side before leaving. I joked with Mastereagle by starting to pray out loud for the Lord to give me one good signal before leaving. A couple of times Mastereagle yelled "What"?! and I just yelled back, "Hey, I am having a conversation with the Lord"
I had avoided the âgutter lineâ of this place because I had only dug tiny little triangles of aluminum, but as I swept through there, I heard a sweet little sound mixed in with the slurry of other signals. I assumed it was probably a tiny sliver of aluminum. By this time Mastereagle was demanding to go, and towering over me as I dug my âlast signalâ as he called it.
I plunged my digger in and made about a four inch plug and started checking it with my pinpointer. I had a hard time finding it and realized it was in the plug. I tore the plug apart and finally saw this extremely tiny little coin. I thought at first it was play money but thought to myselfâŚâplease have a reeded edgeâ!!! I picked up the coin still enveloped in the dirt clod and sure enoughâŚthe edge had reeds. I started saying âOh my GodââŚâYou know what I think I just dugâ?!!! Mastereagle says âWhat is itâ? I said âOh my GodâŚI think itâs a HALF DIMEâ!!!! He looks at it close and says, âItâs an 1851â!!! Well, I guess the Lord was really with me tonight....literally!!
I have to give Mastereagle credit during tonights hunt. He high fived me and congratulated me. He was truly happy for me; I cannot rip on him in this post like usual. I have taken the gloves off. Here is a picture of him congratulating me:
Here is the Half Dime I dug. It was a 1851O.....and I really donât think the tiny scratch was caused by my digger, but maybe. I donât really care though because I would never sell it anyway. I can't even believe I not only dug my first Seated Coin, but it was the elusive Half Dime. I never would have imagined in my wildest dreams that I would dig one of these. In our town, this is probably a find of a lifetime!
I got home and cleaned the rest of my trashy stuff and was getting ready to hurl this tiny piece of metal when it took on a familiar shape. I discovered this little guy had snuck in my pouch disguised as a dirt clod. I bathed him and gave him a nickel to dance on. I love finding these little lead toys. He sure looks old and tired, but I was super happy to have him.
Here's another pic of some of the other finds:
Hope you enjoyed reading...Happy Hunting Everyone.
Baldingboy
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?? Go back and look for the other--I am sure they were "makin' bacon".
