Brett
Bronze Member
I was determined to get up at the crack of dawn and start hitting a local park that's not more than 4 blocks away from my house. My dad has recently pulled two silver from there, so I was determined to grid out some of the older low sections for at least a wheatie, if not silver or gold. I got there at 7am and the ground was frosted over like a white shag carpet. I sipped my coffee and wondered if the ground would be too frozen to dig... so before I suited fully up, I got out my lesche and walked out into the middle of the field and cut a random plug. The turf was a little crusty, but the dirt was like butter... we were good to go! The first couple hours were slow going, but I ended up finding a sweet area that was putting out a lot of good digs. One of the first really deep coins that I found was a little disappointing, at 8 inches I pulled a '61D memorial. That was a sweet dig, but was not really what I wanted to come out of the hole. My dad met up with me there at like 11am, and his coin to beat sadly was only a '61D. He thought that shouldn't be too hard and headed out to the "wheatie field". Well I decided to let my instinct take me to a new area, and right away it paid off! I kicked a smashed can out of the way and some waded up foil, and scanned around a little and found a fairly shallow dime signal. The grass was thick crabgrass or something, and the depth meter only read 4" so I was only expecting clad. I opened up the hole and the coin was up in the turf... yep, definitely clad. Well when I pulled the dime it was so shiny that I thought "no way could this be even a new clad coin"... and I quickly looked at the edge...SILVER! checked the date... 64! weeee. By the skin of my teeth I got a silver coin today. Here's the finds! The last picture there is my Dad's finds for the day, and he did beat me on date... 1952 nickel.
