I was so excited, a friend offered to take me to an old home sight she knew of where the land was not posted. I thought it would be close to the road and no problem getting to, so I wore my sandals that day. She drove me way out into the country and pulled down into a field and stopped. She said we would have to hike in. Well, hike we did, and hiked and hiked and hiked. The vegetation was taller than us and very thick as we followed what used to be a driveway of sorts. We finally arrived after being eaten by insects, cut up by thorns, and wet footed as we waded through mud and gunk. The house which once was, had somewhat fallen in upon itself, the roof down onto the floor of the second floor and half of it had gone all the way to the first floor. The house itself was filled with papers, dishes, and junk. We managed to confiscate some of the papers without actually climbing into the building. Found checks that had been endorsed and never cashed from the early 30's. Also, payroll receipts with names of all the men who worked for the town, including the hours worked and pay received. (around $30 a week or maybe it was for the month?) I believe it was the road crew or something like that. There was actually no place to swing my detector, the vegetation almost as bad all around and right up to the house. But I did find an area that wasn't bad and started working there a little away from the house. (looked like deer had bedded down there so the weeds were packed down). I immediately got a signal in the dime area. I used my pinpointer and started to dig. I found the edge of something and followed the edge of it. We thought it might be the top of a metal box or a very large rock, so we dug frantically. As she pulled it up out of the way I continued to dig as I was really getting the signal strong now, when she told me to stop and take a look. What we had pulled up was a grave stone! The old man who lived there had buried his wife there. Perhaps he had lost a dime while digging the grave. Needless to say, that dime or whatever was down there, no longer seemed appealing. All that work and all that excitement, and all of that to almost dig up some bones. And on top of it all, as we went back out a different way we found that we were following a poop-laden bear trail! I was so relieved to finally get back to the car and get the heck out of there! Thus went my first biggie hunt!
