twistidd
Bronze Member
- Nov 11, 2007
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- White's Matrix M6 w/ Sun-Ray DX-1, 950 coil and 6x10 DD, Minelab Excalibur II, Garrett Ace 250, Garmin Etrex GPS
...but you can say I did even better!
I met up with Kermit at a picnic grove circa 1950's that neither one of us had been to before. We really didn't know what to expect, and I decided to dig any deeper signals. After about 10 of those cut peices of pull tab that fool the M6 into thinking they're nickels at 6 inches, and countless pulltabs and beer caps (and iron), I became a grumpy --deleted-- and wanted to try a different spot. Mark and Bob showed up, and then I hear Kermit yell, "(his great find)!", and I couldn't believe it! Then Mark showed me his find, and I was really envious now. All I could muster up was junk, plain and simple.
We decided to try a nearby spot that proved disappointing to the point of despair. I informed Kermit and Mark that I was leaving to go to another spot for awhile (big coin spill woods), because I couldn't get a good signal to save my life in these woods. Kermit and Mark agreed and we all went to the coin spill woods.
Kermit suggested we try the spot where he had dug a bunch of wheaties and a silver Rosey one time (I was skunked that day). Mark pointed up to a higher area of ground nearby and mentioned that it looked like an appealing picnic spot (at one time or another). As we headed toward the higher area, I heard it- the best-sounding signal I had heard all damn day. The M6 was telling me dime at 6 inches. I looked over to Mark, he was digging next to me, and told him I had a good feeling about this one. Well, I dug it up, and my frown went upside-down when my eyes saw that beautiful 1908-O Barber dime.
Mark suggested I scan the area, which was an idea I already had in mind! Wow, about two feet away, a dime/quarter signal, just as deep as the target I had just dug. I had to call to Kermit so that he may film the unveiling of the beautiful 1906 Barber dime that emerged from within the forest's grasp.
By now, all three of us were swinging away in this little area, anxious for more! There was certainly no lack of old targets, but there was no more silver unfortunately. Just a few wheats.
Later, we split up and I stayed closer to said Barber dime location while Mark and Kermit checked out another area. I got a very odd signal, which was basically coin/iron, and though I usually avoid those (because of edge-effect), this one was more coin than iron. It seemed like I was digging forever, whatever was in the hole was DEEP. At about eight inches I'm thinking "Can." But I kept on going, the hole filling up with water, the pinpointer still singing the high-tone coin signal. Finally, I reached down into the water and grabbed a handful of mud and in the mud was a wheatie. I pinpointed the hole again (which by now was a good ten inches deep, no kidding) and there was still something in there! A few handfuls of mud later, and I saw a silver glint fly out of my hand as I slapped the mud off my gloves and onto the dirt pile. It was a 1945 mercury dime, accompanied by another wheatie. The deepest coins I've dug in my life, for sure. Might I add, that if the dime were one year newer, it would have been a Rosey. Let that sink in.
So, it was a great day! We met up with BillT and Mike, and Neil showed up, even though I didn't get a chance to see him (sorry Neil!). I also found, among the trash, a fake peice of jewelry (bracelet?), cufflink, and a lead medallion that says, "I am Catholic, in case of accident, ........" (pretty worn and dirty to make out the rest). The FP cop we ran into at the first location was totally cool! He really seemed interested in Kermit's find, as well as Mark's. I hope to get out again soon with you guys. Hopefully with some of you I haven't hunted with before, maybe. It was a great day...and I'm beat. Oh, the two wheats that were with the merc are a 1944 and a 1945, and the other two are 1931 and a 1926.
Joe
I met up with Kermit at a picnic grove circa 1950's that neither one of us had been to before. We really didn't know what to expect, and I decided to dig any deeper signals. After about 10 of those cut peices of pull tab that fool the M6 into thinking they're nickels at 6 inches, and countless pulltabs and beer caps (and iron), I became a grumpy --deleted-- and wanted to try a different spot. Mark and Bob showed up, and then I hear Kermit yell, "(his great find)!", and I couldn't believe it! Then Mark showed me his find, and I was really envious now. All I could muster up was junk, plain and simple.
We decided to try a nearby spot that proved disappointing to the point of despair. I informed Kermit and Mark that I was leaving to go to another spot for awhile (big coin spill woods), because I couldn't get a good signal to save my life in these woods. Kermit and Mark agreed and we all went to the coin spill woods.
Kermit suggested we try the spot where he had dug a bunch of wheaties and a silver Rosey one time (I was skunked that day). Mark pointed up to a higher area of ground nearby and mentioned that it looked like an appealing picnic spot (at one time or another). As we headed toward the higher area, I heard it- the best-sounding signal I had heard all damn day. The M6 was telling me dime at 6 inches. I looked over to Mark, he was digging next to me, and told him I had a good feeling about this one. Well, I dug it up, and my frown went upside-down when my eyes saw that beautiful 1908-O Barber dime.
Mark suggested I scan the area, which was an idea I already had in mind! Wow, about two feet away, a dime/quarter signal, just as deep as the target I had just dug. I had to call to Kermit so that he may film the unveiling of the beautiful 1906 Barber dime that emerged from within the forest's grasp.
By now, all three of us were swinging away in this little area, anxious for more! There was certainly no lack of old targets, but there was no more silver unfortunately. Just a few wheats.
Later, we split up and I stayed closer to said Barber dime location while Mark and Kermit checked out another area. I got a very odd signal, which was basically coin/iron, and though I usually avoid those (because of edge-effect), this one was more coin than iron. It seemed like I was digging forever, whatever was in the hole was DEEP. At about eight inches I'm thinking "Can." But I kept on going, the hole filling up with water, the pinpointer still singing the high-tone coin signal. Finally, I reached down into the water and grabbed a handful of mud and in the mud was a wheatie. I pinpointed the hole again (which by now was a good ten inches deep, no kidding) and there was still something in there! A few handfuls of mud later, and I saw a silver glint fly out of my hand as I slapped the mud off my gloves and onto the dirt pile. It was a 1945 mercury dime, accompanied by another wheatie. The deepest coins I've dug in my life, for sure. Might I add, that if the dime were one year newer, it would have been a Rosey. Let that sink in.
So, it was a great day! We met up with BillT and Mike, and Neil showed up, even though I didn't get a chance to see him (sorry Neil!). I also found, among the trash, a fake peice of jewelry (bracelet?), cufflink, and a lead medallion that says, "I am Catholic, in case of accident, ........" (pretty worn and dirty to make out the rest). The FP cop we ran into at the first location was totally cool! He really seemed interested in Kermit's find, as well as Mark's. I hope to get out again soon with you guys. Hopefully with some of you I haven't hunted with before, maybe. It was a great day...and I'm beat. Oh, the two wheats that were with the merc are a 1944 and a 1945, and the other two are 1931 and a 1926.
Joe
