Checked the yard today and the digger went all the way in!
Shaded areas and a few spots near the leftover "BEEP" was a little frozen still! The kids wanted to go to the ball field to work on pitching and hitting. So I figured we would kill two birds with one stone. We went to where the 1st forum hunt was held. I have dug many a keeper from there over the years, plus there is a big baseball field there for the kids. It only took a few minutes to notice that the ground was still froze there!
My first dig was a round pull tab, and it was a little work to get it out. I headed to the other end to see if the drainage was better there. I got a nice tone, and dug slowly through the frozen dirt. Then I checked it with my probe and got a sweet silver tone!
About 5 or 6 inches down out pops my first silver of the year! WOOOO HOOOO!!!! A 1947 Rosie! I re-check the hole and get another tone just like the last! NO WAY! Out pops silver number two! WOOOO HOOOO!!! A 1946 D Rosie! A little later I found a less frozen area, but a little hard yet. My next coin signal and it was a 1945 Wheat penny. A little more time goes by and the kids were bored, so we began to head towards the van. DING! a deep nickel tone. Worked through the frozen soil while my son watched, and BINGO!! a 1936 Buffalo Nickel! Yeah Baby! It just happened to be my son's favorite coin! I trolled my way back to the van and headed home. 4 coins only, but all keepers! I did dig about ten trash signals. It was a very good 1 1/2 hours, considering I have not been out in 60 days! And trust me that almost killed me! 
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still have lots of the white stuff up here. One thing I am not missing is the inner city trash that was buried in the snow and gets uncovered when the snow has melted. Only trash we find up here is usually along the expressway as tourists stop at McDs and BurgerKs then get miles down the road to throw their trash along the expressway on their way back to their 'trash' city called home to them.