z118
04-09-2012, 05:29 PM
My wife and son and I made a quick trip back to New England over the Easter weekend. It was a pretty busy trip but I did manage to get in a bit of hunting time with my dad on Saturday morning. We were out bright and early at a local park I'd asked him about. As he told me it would be hunting there was tough. The E-trac was running in Auto at a sensitivity of 19 or 20 with much falsing, and all I was getting was sparse surface clad. I dug a few questionable tones that I figured would be deep iron and found nothing at all... just disappearing signals. I was ready to move on to greener pastures when I hit a nice deeper tone and lo and behold dug a sweet 1940 Merc. I'm certain I was nothing other than lucky, but that being said I'd hit that park again if I could. We hunted a few other spots where I got some more clad and a lonely wheat.
Sunday morning my better half made some last minute change in plans so I was able to get out for a short hunt at sunrise. I had one perfect spot that I'd been curious about and I figured first thing Easter morning was a good time to check it out. The conditions were horrendous (I could barely maintain a threshold tone) and all I got was an old Gilt button and some other odd relic looking things. I left in short order and on a whim headed to a tot lot near my parents house. I was happily digging clad when of course my dad comes along... he was off to his own hunt when he spotted me. Lord I wish I had had the time to go with him because he did great there. When we met up for Easter dinner he had a silly grin that can only be brought on my BIG SILVER.
My total for the weekend was 103 coins worth $7.27, plus the usual keys, tokens, trinkets, etc. I was great hunting with the old man. New England digging is a bit different than my home turf. If only I had all the time in the world I wanted to spend digging in the dirt...
Happy hunting...
Sunday morning my better half made some last minute change in plans so I was able to get out for a short hunt at sunrise. I had one perfect spot that I'd been curious about and I figured first thing Easter morning was a good time to check it out. The conditions were horrendous (I could barely maintain a threshold tone) and all I got was an old Gilt button and some other odd relic looking things. I left in short order and on a whim headed to a tot lot near my parents house. I was happily digging clad when of course my dad comes along... he was off to his own hunt when he spotted me. Lord I wish I had had the time to go with him because he did great there. When we met up for Easter dinner he had a silly grin that can only be brought on my BIG SILVER.
My total for the weekend was 103 coins worth $7.27, plus the usual keys, tokens, trinkets, etc. I was great hunting with the old man. New England digging is a bit different than my home turf. If only I had all the time in the world I wanted to spend digging in the dirt...
Happy hunting...