What a sweet day of hunting thanks to a couple of buddies.
Met up with Kennon (Silverfix) and Darrell (Deeponedge) at a podunk town a few miles away. The Yeti has been swamped with work...so he wasn't able to go.
Kennon found us the site...and ol' "Heavy D" was able to get permission for us.
The lady who owned the property was very nice and got me to within a few feet of the spots we wanted to be.
She also told us that only one other group had hunted the site...at least with permission anyway...and that was back when she first obtained the property.
Good thing was that this little town festival was in full swing from the late 50's to late 60's....so I knew there should be silver here. To me...silver is SILVER. I don't care how old it is.
Kennon and Darrell worked an area where a little concession stand once stood... while I concentrated on the tiny carnival area. I was told exactly where the booth was where people pitched dimes at glasses...dishes...etc...and if the dime stayed in the dish or glass...you won it. at the carnival.
We pounded the snot out of this place for nearly 9 hours...never even taking a break for lunch.
What was really cool was that the nice lady even brought us out some drinks and offered us some rhubarb pie.
I don't do rhubarb pie...but it nearly saved Darrells life.
He probably hasn't gone 9 hours without food since the first grade.
Good lord...I've never seen anyone eat that fast.
The lady didn't even know what to say...and all she could muster up was...."your friend sure likes the pie":
:...and gave "Heavy D" a big smile.
We all had a great day and Kennon found the only silver quarter...a 1957. He also got 3 silver dimes and a bunch of 60's clad.
"Heavy D" ended up with 5 silver dimes...a few memorial cents...and some clad.
I ended up with 11 silver which ties my record for a day.
I got 8 Roosies...3 mercs...14 late 60's clad dimes...a mangled flat ring...and more than a few deeeeep memorial cents.
Most of the silver came out of the ground slick and shiny....but the clad dimes...well...you can see how they came out...lol.
All the coins I dug were in the 8" range to as deep as 10"...including the memorials and clad dimes...so I had NO choice but to dig them.
I honestly feel I knew the memorials were going to be memorials...but no way I leave them in the ground when they are 3/4 down the depth meter.
I was hitting silver at the same depth so I had to check them out.
Same with the clad dimes....NO way I'm not digging that sweet sound when it shows about 8" on the depth meter.
Did I feel they were probably clad before I dug them?....YEP....'cause they were hollow high pitched hits with not much "warble" to them
...but I had to try them anyway.
Thanks for viewing and good luck on your next hunt.
Met up with Kennon (Silverfix) and Darrell (Deeponedge) at a podunk town a few miles away. The Yeti has been swamped with work...so he wasn't able to go.
Kennon found us the site...and ol' "Heavy D" was able to get permission for us.
The lady who owned the property was very nice and got me to within a few feet of the spots we wanted to be.
She also told us that only one other group had hunted the site...at least with permission anyway...and that was back when she first obtained the property.
Good thing was that this little town festival was in full swing from the late 50's to late 60's....so I knew there should be silver here. To me...silver is SILVER. I don't care how old it is.
Kennon and Darrell worked an area where a little concession stand once stood... while I concentrated on the tiny carnival area. I was told exactly where the booth was where people pitched dimes at glasses...dishes...etc...and if the dime stayed in the dish or glass...you won it. at the carnival.
We pounded the snot out of this place for nearly 9 hours
...never even taking a break for lunch.What was really cool was that the nice lady even brought us out some drinks and offered us some rhubarb pie.
I don't do rhubarb pie
...but it nearly saved Darrells life.He probably hasn't gone 9 hours without food since the first grade.
Good lord...I've never seen anyone eat that fast.The lady didn't even know what to say
...and all she could muster up was...."your friend sure likes the pie"::...and gave "Heavy D" a big smile.We all had a great day and Kennon found the only silver quarter...a 1957. He also got 3 silver dimes and a bunch of 60's clad.
"Heavy D" ended up with 5 silver dimes...a few memorial cents...and some clad.
I ended up with 11 silver which ties my record for a day.
I got 8 Roosies...3 mercs...14 late 60's clad dimes...a mangled flat ring...and more than a few deeeeep memorial cents.
Most of the silver came out of the ground slick and shiny....but the clad dimes...well...you can see how they came out...lol.
All the coins I dug were in the 8" range to as deep as 10"...including the memorials and clad dimes...so I had NO choice but to dig them.
I honestly feel I knew the memorials were going to be memorials...but no way I leave them in the ground when they are 3/4 down the depth meter.
I was hitting silver at the same depth so I had to check them out.Same with the clad dimes....NO way I'm not digging that sweet sound when it shows about 8" on the depth meter.
Did I feel they were probably clad before I dug them?....YEP....'cause they were hollow high pitched hits with not much "warble" to them
...but I had to try them anyway.Thanks for viewing and good luck on your next hunt.
Fantastic.. WTG Bryce!
