I went out today to see how quickly I could dig 100 coins. I picked out a park that used to be good for clad and jewelry and began. I was immediately confronted by two young boys who wanted to try. I explained my goal to them and they seemed very interested in participating. One got the Propointer, and the other the loot bag. I was popping most of the coins with a screwdriver and had the Lesche along for anything deeper than a few inches. The kids were surprised by how many coins came out of the ground and how I could remove them using good old Uncle Willy's coin popping technique. After half an hour, the caretaker came over to shout at me. The boys got pretty agitated and hid behind me which was very funny. He told me they had tossed a guy last year for digging big holes. I told him I wasn't digging holes and he was incredulous. One of the boys got brave and came out of hiding to back me up. The caretaker watched me pop a few and before he left us he apologized. Sort of. We plodded along for an hour and counted. 44. Not too bad. About this time Mom finally noticed the kids hanging out with a sweaty guy carrying a dagger and took them away. I had a rough count in my head and when I hit 100 I dug 4 or 5 more and noted the time. Two hours and 25 minutes. I can't count, it seems. 117 and almost no junk. And almost no nickels. My last target of the day was two quarters stuck together and the rest were singles. My injuries also continue. Gashed my knee. It is a drag getting old!
Chris
Chris