I have noticed here lately that a lot of folks have talked about their metal detecting season ending and such and I must admit at first I thought "Wow what sissies!" 
So today myself and a friend from work went out on our lunch break to show we are REAL men. The temp was in the teens and the windchill was in the single digits with about an inch of snow left on the ground. Not too bad for us southerners. I tried talking him out of going but he was wanting to try out his new SEF coil. So throwing caution to the wind we headed out.
It was bitterly cold and the ground was totally saturated. We are still trying to find several of our fingers that went missing somewhere around the 30 minute mark. After about an hour we hadn't really found much of anything to write home about and honestly I was ready to head back to work. I had even walked back to my car and left my detector there when I heard a holler from behind me. He had found a good signal but it was deep. I headed back to help out. He dug the plug and I went to sniffing around with my propointer. To both of our surprise out popped a 1923 Merc from about 7 or 8 inches! Well just a few feet away and within a minute or so we get another good reading from what looks like a deep nickel. I go to digging and again at about 7 or 8 inches deep out pops a Buffalo.
The strangest thing is we had both been talking about how much he liked finding Mercs and how badly I wanted to find a Buffalo. I guess you could say those our two favorite coins. So after nearly freezing to death, I guess it was well worth it. Can't beat those lunch hour hunts!
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Here is a picture of our combined haul. A bunch of clad but you can see the Merc and Buffalo in the lower right. Although this park has been picked over pretty well by us and others, it still continues to produce. We have gotten several Mercs, a 1937 Quarter, and the Buffalo out of it over the last couple months. I am sure it will give up a lot more as we continue to hunt it.
So today myself and a friend from work went out on our lunch break to show we are REAL men. The temp was in the teens and the windchill was in the single digits with about an inch of snow left on the ground. Not too bad for us southerners. I tried talking him out of going but he was wanting to try out his new SEF coil. So throwing caution to the wind we headed out. It was bitterly cold and the ground was totally saturated. We are still trying to find several of our fingers that went missing somewhere around the 30 minute mark. After about an hour we hadn't really found much of anything to write home about and honestly I was ready to head back to work. I had even walked back to my car and left my detector there when I heard a holler from behind me. He had found a good signal but it was deep. I headed back to help out. He dug the plug and I went to sniffing around with my propointer. To both of our surprise out popped a 1923 Merc from about 7 or 8 inches! Well just a few feet away and within a minute or so we get another good reading from what looks like a deep nickel. I go to digging and again at about 7 or 8 inches deep out pops a Buffalo.
The strangest thing is we had both been talking about how much he liked finding Mercs and how badly I wanted to find a Buffalo. I guess you could say those our two favorite coins. So after nearly freezing to death, I guess it was well worth it. Can't beat those lunch hour hunts!
[attachment 182183 Coins_S.jpg]
Here is a picture of our combined haul. A bunch of clad but you can see the Merc and Buffalo in the lower right. Although this park has been picked over pretty well by us and others, it still continues to produce. We have gotten several Mercs, a 1937 Quarter, and the Buffalo out of it over the last couple months. I am sure it will give up a lot more as we continue to hunt it.
----Made some good finds that day--I remember finding a large, heavy silver ring.-----Yeah, I think "Idiots of the week award" is a good/right title!! 
