I headed south today from my house in Michigan to find a place without snow or frost... north west Ohio is a beautiful area with small towns and alot of potential but there was still too much frost to dig... I felt like the day and my used fuel was a waste, I pointed toward the house to spend time with my wife and daughter. Feeling bad of my hectic work schedule lately, my wife told me to hit a local spot and stay out as long as I wanted. I was sure the lwooded spots near my house would be thawed since they havent been frozen all year. The day seemed like a bust when I stepped out of the truck and tried to stick my shovel into the snow covered ground and found FROST 
The location I went to had produced one large cent and one injun in the past but I was the one that dug the injun, not the largie. A good friend found the largie in the side wall of the cellar hole behind a rock. It was awesome seeing him dig the largie, but since that day I have really wanted to find one myself.. That moment has replayed itself it my head thousands of times since the spring of 2010. Feeling defeated with the present frost, I decided to check the north side of the cellar hole to see if the lack of snow meant lack of frost. The largie dug in 2010 was found less than 5 feet west of where I stood. My shovel sunk 11" down on the first kick, the only issue was the thawed area was 8 feet long and 3 feet wide...
I swung the area without any luck and decided to call it a day. As I exited the cellar hole I swung the top portion of the snow covered ground and got a short solid signal at 3"... Again, the frost was present but I decided to chip the area away with my shovel to reveal my one and only find all day. The shallow target couldn't be anything good.... so I chipped the chunk of frozen ground with my shovel and saw a nail fall out... re-checking the ice ball indicated a target was still there....
Picture #1 is what I stared at for 45 seconds and couldn't believe what I was seeing... I could partially read the word "america" on the side of the coin sticking out... It was too big to be a injun, and too dull looking to be a quarter..... I almost fainted!!!!! Ive hunted hard for the past 5 years and never found what I thought I was looking at.... further investigation and 1/3 of a second later I was holding a 1847 Largie!!!!! I immediately called my wife and said..... I just ...just......just dug......a LARGIE!! She was happier than I was, making the find my first largie and my most meaningful dig yet!!!
I wish my close detecing friends were with me to experience the entire incident.... All I could think of was how the moment was so exciting, but in a way, kind of sad... I was standing at a divot in the ground where a house once stood, where a family was born, kids were raised, and where memories were made.... now was just a empty hole in the woods with me standing there as the sun went down..... bitter sweet I guess......
"Z"
The location I went to had produced one large cent and one injun in the past but I was the one that dug the injun, not the largie. A good friend found the largie in the side wall of the cellar hole behind a rock. It was awesome seeing him dig the largie, but since that day I have really wanted to find one myself.. That moment has replayed itself it my head thousands of times since the spring of 2010. Feeling defeated with the present frost, I decided to check the north side of the cellar hole to see if the lack of snow meant lack of frost. The largie dug in 2010 was found less than 5 feet west of where I stood. My shovel sunk 11" down on the first kick, the only issue was the thawed area was 8 feet long and 3 feet wide...
I swung the area without any luck and decided to call it a day. As I exited the cellar hole I swung the top portion of the snow covered ground and got a short solid signal at 3"... Again, the frost was present but I decided to chip the area away with my shovel to reveal my one and only find all day. The shallow target couldn't be anything good.... so I chipped the chunk of frozen ground with my shovel and saw a nail fall out... re-checking the ice ball indicated a target was still there....
Picture #1 is what I stared at for 45 seconds and couldn't believe what I was seeing... I could partially read the word "america" on the side of the coin sticking out... It was too big to be a injun, and too dull looking to be a quarter..... I almost fainted!!!!! Ive hunted hard for the past 5 years and never found what I thought I was looking at.... further investigation and 1/3 of a second later I was holding a 1847 Largie!!!!! I immediately called my wife and said..... I just ...just......just dug......a LARGIE!! She was happier than I was, making the find my first largie and my most meaningful dig yet!!!
I wish my close detecing friends were with me to experience the entire incident.... All I could think of was how the moment was so exciting, but in a way, kind of sad... I was standing at a divot in the ground where a house once stood, where a family was born, kids were raised, and where memories were made.... now was just a empty hole in the woods with me standing there as the sun went down..... bitter sweet I guess......
"Z"
