What an absolutely perfect way for me to end the season...unless I bring along a pick axe...or sledgehammer.
Seriously...this time was it....the ground is pretty much frozen now.
The first hour at this beat up park was slooooowww...but picked a bunch after that.
My first dig of the day came about 1 1/2 hours into the hunt...and it was a 1907 Barber dime from about 8" down. I wanted to end the year with a silver on my last hunt...and that pressure was now gone.
I wandered around for another hour or so and finally got a decent, deep injun' hit. I popped out a nasty...and I repeat nasty injun from about 9". It was so nasty...that I didn't even know for sure it was an injun until I soaked it in oil for a couple of hours.
It looks like it mutated in with some cement...and only about 1/4 of it is even visible.
Right about the 3 hour mark of the hunt...I got another nice but iffy silver hit. The cursor never settled anywhere...but did it's dance from top right corner...to top center....then fluttered around somewhere inbetween.
The depth meter showed only the tiniest of black...and the sound was a nice higher warble which was faint even with my gain on 10....YIPPEE!
About 5 minutes later and from 9" down...out popped a second Barber dime...1905.
Okay...it's time to leave now......ummm....NO.
Another hour or so went by before I got another signal...and I mean ANY signal.
It was a freakin' nickle hit...but I was bored so I decided to give it a shot. I dug the plug out and started to clear the hole a little with my Lesche...when I struck greenish glass. I didn't want to cut my hand...so I started to dig around the glass to get it out of the way...but it seemed to be a BIG piece.
I kept on digging it out and carefully prying at it until it started to take the shape of a bottle. I then noticed it had embossed writing on it...and I could make out Coca Cola. From that point on...I was very careful...but I thought there would be NO way the bottle would be intact. ...especially since I had "stabbed" at it a few times investigating the size before I realized what it was 
When it was all uncoverd and I plucked it out from over 7" down...I was amazed to see it was in absolutely PERFECT condition.
I then ran the probe in the hole to see where the nickel hit came from...and out popped a buffalo nickle. So by absolutely nothing but coincidence and luck...I popped out a beautiful greenish embossed coke bottle...just because it was resting in perfect condition..right above a buffalo nickle....and which those lower sounding hits... I NEVER dig.
The odds of me finding that coke bottle were probably 10,000,000,000 to ONE. 
The odds of it being undamaged were even greater than that. Somehow it must have gotten run over or something while being nestled in very soft mud...and then was safe from that point on to just slowly sink to the depth I found it at.
At this point there was still about an hour of daylight...so I thought...why quit now? I kept plodding along with a tight grip on the SE. I really had no choice about it...because my hand was frozen in that position.
After 30 minutes or so I got a nice high warble hit that was almost too good to be true. It was one of the rare ones that repeated as I circled the hole.
At the parks I hunt...those clear hits disappeared 10 years ago...unless you can get just a little deeper. I dug down 8" and then ran the probe...and like I knew it would this time...it sang silver.
I carefully dug around the pinpointed area and popped out a 3" clod. Peeking out of the clod was a sweet little silver rim.
This usually doesn't happen...and I usually just pinch the clod...then the coin comes out. This time however...I could clearly see the sweet silver rim sticking out. I decided to leave it just like that until I got home to take a picture of it.
The thrill of not knowing exactly what it was kept me buzzing all the way home.
I set it on the scanner for the pic...then it was time to pop it open to see what it was. Because of the nice clear lines around the rim...I was expecting a merc...but as you can see...I was pleasantly surprised with a second 1907 Barber dime.
The cool thing is... that you can clearly see a perfect mirror image of the barber in the mud clod ...from where it was lodged for over 100 years.
Pretty cool way to end my hunting season....with the thrill of popping open a clod with a silver rim peeking out.
My take for the day...1 sweet old coke bottle by pure chance...1 nasty injun'...1 1920 Buffalo Nickle...3 Barber dimes...1905...and 2 (1907's)..and as ALWAYS...some peace and solace.
The ground is now pretty much frozen here...so this was officially my last hunt of the year.
I hope you all have a nice holiday season...and that "cabin fever" doesn't get the best of us all. 
Thanks to all of you for viewing my posts..and for helping me enjoy this wonderful hobby. Take care...and have a Merry Christmas.
Seriously...this time was it....the ground is pretty much frozen now.
The first hour at this beat up park was slooooowww...but picked a bunch after that.
My first dig of the day came about 1 1/2 hours into the hunt...and it was a 1907 Barber dime from about 8" down. I wanted to end the year with a silver on my last hunt...and that pressure was now gone.
I wandered around for another hour or so and finally got a decent, deep injun' hit. I popped out a nasty...and I repeat nasty injun from about 9". It was so nasty...that I didn't even know for sure it was an injun until I soaked it in oil for a couple of hours.
It looks like it mutated in with some cement...and only about 1/4 of it is even visible.Right about the 3 hour mark of the hunt...I got another nice but iffy silver hit. The cursor never settled anywhere...but did it's dance from top right corner...to top center....then fluttered around somewhere inbetween.
The depth meter showed only the tiniest of black...and the sound was a nice higher warble which was faint even with my gain on 10....YIPPEE!About 5 minutes later and from 9" down...out popped a second Barber dime...1905.
Okay...it's time to leave now......ummm....NO.Another hour or so went by before I got another signal...and I mean ANY signal.
It was a freakin' nickle hit...but I was bored so I decided to give it a shot. I dug the plug out and started to clear the hole a little with my Lesche...when I struck greenish glass. I didn't want to cut my hand...so I started to dig around the glass to get it out of the way...but it seemed to be a BIG piece. I kept on digging it out and carefully prying at it until it started to take the shape of a bottle. I then noticed it had embossed writing on it...and I could make out Coca Cola. From that point on...I was very careful...but I thought there would be NO way the bottle would be intact. ...especially since I had "stabbed" at it a few times investigating the size before I realized what it was When it was all uncoverd and I plucked it out from over 7" down...I was amazed to see it was in absolutely PERFECT condition.
I then ran the probe in the hole to see where the nickel hit came from...and out popped a buffalo nickle. So by absolutely nothing but coincidence and luck...I popped out a beautiful greenish embossed coke bottle...just because it was resting in perfect condition..right above a buffalo nickle....and which those lower sounding hits... I NEVER dig. The odds of me finding that coke bottle were probably 10,000,000,000 to ONE. The odds of it being undamaged were even greater than that. Somehow it must have gotten run over or something while being nestled in very soft mud...and then was safe from that point on to just slowly sink to the depth I found it at.At this point there was still about an hour of daylight...so I thought...why quit now? I kept plodding along with a tight grip on the SE. I really had no choice about it...because my hand was frozen in that position.
After 30 minutes or so I got a nice high warble hit that was almost too good to be true. It was one of the rare ones that repeated as I circled the hole.
At the parks I hunt...those clear hits disappeared 10 years ago...unless you can get just a little deeper. I dug down 8" and then ran the probe...and like I knew it would this time...it sang silver. I carefully dug around the pinpointed area and popped out a 3" clod. Peeking out of the clod was a sweet little silver rim.
This usually doesn't happen...and I usually just pinch the clod...then the coin comes out. This time however...I could clearly see the sweet silver rim sticking out. I decided to leave it just like that until I got home to take a picture of it.The thrill of not knowing exactly what it was kept me buzzing all the way home.
I set it on the scanner for the pic...then it was time to pop it open to see what it was. Because of the nice clear lines around the rim...I was expecting a merc...but as you can see...I was pleasantly surprised with a second 1907 Barber dime.
The cool thing is... that you can clearly see a perfect mirror image of the barber in the mud clod ...from where it was lodged for over 100 years. Pretty cool way to end my hunting season....with the thrill of popping open a clod with a silver rim peeking out. My take for the day...1 sweet old coke bottle by pure chance...1 nasty injun'...1 1920 Buffalo Nickle...3 Barber dimes...1905...and 2 (1907's)..and as ALWAYS...some peace and solace.
The ground is now pretty much frozen here...so this was officially my last hunt of the year.
I hope you all have a nice holiday season...and that "cabin fever" doesn't get the best of us all. Thanks to all of you for viewing my posts..and for helping me enjoy this wonderful hobby. Take care...and have a Merry Christmas.
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