Lowbatts
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Saturday, old riding spur, some kind of old hatpin (costume, gonna be a chore trying to get that one beat back into shape) and one awesome old toy car, wheels still on it but it needs minor body work and paint. Clad, marbels! etc...
Sunday, another marathon walk in the woods. Mayo and me hit this spot for about an hour, found some eating utensils, pie tins, half a compact, knew it was a family house site now long gone.
After about an hour of this stuff I sat down on a fallen tree to re-imagine the site before it became wasted woods again. Noticed a wire clamp grown into a long-gone branch on the tree, pictured where it would have hung, hit the ground there and got two bent nails, one after the other. Signal didn't change so I hit the hole again and pulled out a handful of dirt and noticed this big shiny in the pile, a '45 Walker! A moment or two later Mayo got a '40's wheatie a couple feet away so that kept us there another empty hour.... Also got an old Bireley bottle. Wonder what that inflation-adjusted deposit is worth now.
Today was more painful, clad and foil, but I did have some fun when I got up from digging a hole and a felt a little more weight on the coil. A snake had slid up on the coil and shaft. He was a real snapper, got me in the fingers a couple times before I tossed him into the creek but his hiss was worse than his bite. Then there's that sweet beer bottle Mayo got! Call it what you will, I will use some profane and vulgar misconstruction of the name on the bottom just for the sake of fun.
Sunday, another marathon walk in the woods. Mayo and me hit this spot for about an hour, found some eating utensils, pie tins, half a compact, knew it was a family house site now long gone.
After about an hour of this stuff I sat down on a fallen tree to re-imagine the site before it became wasted woods again. Noticed a wire clamp grown into a long-gone branch on the tree, pictured where it would have hung, hit the ground there and got two bent nails, one after the other. Signal didn't change so I hit the hole again and pulled out a handful of dirt and noticed this big shiny in the pile, a '45 Walker! A moment or two later Mayo got a '40's wheatie a couple feet away so that kept us there another empty hour.... Also got an old Bireley bottle. Wonder what that inflation-adjusted deposit is worth now.
Today was more painful, clad and foil, but I did have some fun when I got up from digging a hole and a felt a little more weight on the coil. A snake had slid up on the coil and shaft. He was a real snapper, got me in the fingers a couple times before I tossed him into the creek but his hiss was worse than his bite. Then there's that sweet beer bottle Mayo got! Call it what you will, I will use some profane and vulgar misconstruction of the name on the bottom just for the sake of fun.
I'll have to pay more attention to those fallen trees the next time 
