Got up early and bundled up to continue at the hot spot I've been working at the park. First hole dug was after walking about 12 feet. It was an xx-33 signal, first out of the hole was a thin copper disc with a ragged hole, then a large cent and wait... there's more, a shield nickel. What a way to start! The copper disc turned out to be an 1837 Montreal Canadian Bank Token in the denomination of Un Sou. I have not been able to see a date on the large cent or the shield nickel and I'm not very hopeful.
Continued to pick up interesting keepers, a very old Chinese coin, a skeleton key with fantastic emerald green patina, an octagonal trade token, a 1942 Mercury dime, two Indians - 1880 and 1896 and a few wheats, including a 1919 that looks like it was stabbed hard with a screwdriver.
Time for lunch, so I took a break, and Suzanne called so we made plans to meet up a little later back at the park. And wow, what a difference! We had hunted out our site! We were begging for targets and both picked up some wheats, but the difference was night and day. Suzanne picked up a two nice things from another part of the park, and I did find my first ever old 3-ringer bullet. Suzanne took off and I went back over to our former hotspot to try to squeak out at least one more Indian, but it was not to be. I got a few more deep and promising signals, but they turned out to be wheats.
Continued to pick up interesting keepers, a very old Chinese coin, a skeleton key with fantastic emerald green patina, an octagonal trade token, a 1942 Mercury dime, two Indians - 1880 and 1896 and a few wheats, including a 1919 that looks like it was stabbed hard with a screwdriver.
Time for lunch, so I took a break, and Suzanne called so we made plans to meet up a little later back at the park. And wow, what a difference! We had hunted out our site! We were begging for targets and both picked up some wheats, but the difference was night and day. Suzanne picked up a two nice things from another part of the park, and I did find my first ever old 3-ringer bullet. Suzanne took off and I went back over to our former hotspot to try to squeak out at least one more Indian, but it was not to be. I got a few more deep and promising signals, but they turned out to be wheats.
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