Brett
Bronze Member
So the day started off with my getting to work really early so that I could leave early to hunt. Because I got up so early, I forgot about it being St. Patrick's Day and didn't grab a green shirt. When I got to work I did this on my hands:
So then the work day finally ended and I raced to the park where my Dad had been hunting already before me. I told him I was hitting a spot that I thought could be good first, and then I'd meet up with him. He had already tried HIS new spot and was working "the spot" again. After a while he calls me, and I already know he's got silver. He says, you're not going to like this... well, I was ok with it, but I continued to hunt various areas on my way back OVER to "the spot". I picked up some water from my car and brought it out to him. He shows me where he dug his coin, and I was like right here?? He's like, yup. I'm thinking, dang! I've walked right by here plenty of times. So I ask if he's hunted kind of down and into the weeds. He says no, so I start heading that way. And he takes off pretty far away. Well, I figured he's done with the area he found his coin at and I started kind of going over it nearby. Right away I get this weird flakey signal that was reading like a wheatie, but not quite. It was masked with some low tone and just an all around terrible signal in most directions. I got a pinpoint on it and popped out a pull tab ring. I was thinking... NICE! There's gotta be something good in the hole. But I probe down and there was NOTHING! So I close up the hole thinking there's gotta be something NEARBY then! Sure enough, right next to that hole there was a great sounding wheatie/dime signal. I opened up 4" of turf and ran the probe down in the hole. She was singing 12-47! I called for my Dad to come over and watch me dig a quarter! So carefully I dug down and around a little more at a time and eventually at 6" I got my first silver quarter! A 1952-d Washington!! :woohoo: This was no more than 3 feet from his find, but just not the kind of signal you would dig (well, I would, but most might avoid it).
A little later in the hunt I got the sterling heart pendant (my first sivler jewelry for the year), but when I popped it out it fell into the two pieces and I just assumed it was junk. Nonetheless I showed it to my Dad, so he knows I really did find it there. Anyhoo.. the wheaties are 1956-d (got this one RIGHT next to the quarter hole, and I thought it was for sure a dime). The 1942-s was another one way signal. I'm convinced if you dug all of those surface targets you'd find buried treasure underneath, but that's a LOT of digging.
I'm finally on the board for a silver quarter, and in our little 'ol hunted out spot.
So then the work day finally ended and I raced to the park where my Dad had been hunting already before me. I told him I was hitting a spot that I thought could be good first, and then I'd meet up with him. He had already tried HIS new spot and was working "the spot" again. After a while he calls me, and I already know he's got silver. He says, you're not going to like this... well, I was ok with it, but I continued to hunt various areas on my way back OVER to "the spot". I picked up some water from my car and brought it out to him. He shows me where he dug his coin, and I was like right here?? He's like, yup. I'm thinking, dang! I've walked right by here plenty of times. So I ask if he's hunted kind of down and into the weeds. He says no, so I start heading that way. And he takes off pretty far away. Well, I figured he's done with the area he found his coin at and I started kind of going over it nearby. Right away I get this weird flakey signal that was reading like a wheatie, but not quite. It was masked with some low tone and just an all around terrible signal in most directions. I got a pinpoint on it and popped out a pull tab ring. I was thinking... NICE! There's gotta be something good in the hole. But I probe down and there was NOTHING! So I close up the hole thinking there's gotta be something NEARBY then! Sure enough, right next to that hole there was a great sounding wheatie/dime signal. I opened up 4" of turf and ran the probe down in the hole. She was singing 12-47! I called for my Dad to come over and watch me dig a quarter! So carefully I dug down and around a little more at a time and eventually at 6" I got my first silver quarter! A 1952-d Washington!! :woohoo: This was no more than 3 feet from his find, but just not the kind of signal you would dig (well, I would, but most might avoid it).
A little later in the hunt I got the sterling heart pendant (my first sivler jewelry for the year), but when I popped it out it fell into the two pieces and I just assumed it was junk. Nonetheless I showed it to my Dad, so he knows I really did find it there. Anyhoo.. the wheaties are 1956-d (got this one RIGHT next to the quarter hole, and I thought it was for sure a dime). The 1942-s was another one way signal. I'm convinced if you dug all of those surface targets you'd find buried treasure underneath, but that's a LOT of digging.
I'm finally on the board for a silver quarter, and in our little 'ol hunted out spot.
