OK, OK it's luck, lucky you took Dale with you that day cause if it were me, I'd have dug that Seated quarter in front of you cause I'm kind of lucky too.

In fact I may be luckier than you. Took the wife and kids to Kansas for a little mini vacation, metal detecting trip. On my way back, I barely missed four different deer, 2 cats, 1 possum and a raccoon with my truck in a 2 1/2 drive home. My wife asked me if I had some kind of animal attracting magnet on the front of my bumper. Oh, and a rabbit ran under the wheels and did a u turn in mid stream after I had already swerved so the tires would pass over her with her in the center. I waited for the thump, thump but apparently she got lucky. Spent three days, one fighting rattle snakes, in a place I did allot of research for, that honestly didn't mention rattlers in it's old, coin rich description. However, my 2 year old thought they would be fun to pet. Luckily, he didn't get bitten. But when I got back to the motel with them, my wife acted like he lost an eyeball. So we had to pack our things and move from our nasty, 50 year old drive up, mildew infested, human pubic hair dwelling, strange stuff sticking to the walls, pretend to be Best Western motel room and travel to a real city and get a hotel with an indoor swimming pool, you know one without snakes, unless you count the one guy from room 211, but he looked like he was more apt to bite the wife than the boys. So finally, on the third day, I was by myself to hunt, went back to this little ghost town, got permission to hunt after BS'ing with 3 different people for 3 hours, only to find the river flooded the town on several occasions in the past, so there's like 18-24 inches of sediment on top of everything. To make things even luckier, these people liked to burn their abandoned buildings and better yet, kind of mash them in the ground with bull dozer's until they were absorbed (kind of like what you tried to do with that poor deer that you were to drunk with your lucky finds to notice). Well after walking in circles for hours in this forest, looking for this hand dug cave where they used to hide run away slaves, I luckily found the cave, some shackle parts and luckily what appears to be a slave tag. Lucky for me, I lugged my 5 inch coil in a pack with me just in case I ran into a nail infested hole on the way. The owner of this cave told me the town fathers used to play poker in this dirt floor cave over a hundred years ago, and after I shore up the ceiling of collapsing soil, I can sift through the floor all I want. Lucky for me I knocked on all four total stranger's doors in that town that morning, because his was the very last one. So I guess it is luck after all.
