I did it! I managed to get out!
By the time we got to the field the sun was threatening us with its descent.
I scurried around seeking deeper signals. Three of them I lost but didn't have time to play.
I filled the hole, moved on to the next signal... lost it, filled it and moved on, etc ....
Finally... a signal I was seeking but it was faint.
I slowed my sweep and the signal (+78) was at a tiny spot. It was whispering, but I know that signal...
It pinpointed at 8 inches. At this location, a signal like this at that depth is always good. I smiled before I started digging.
I pulled up this 1888 Seated Dime ... I did a teeny dance and daddy came over to see.
Good! I'm frozen to the bone ~ Let's go! he said.
I knew the dime was in good shape, but was disappointed with the scratches.
The first pic is of the dirty dime with a button I had found.
The next two pics are of the dime after a simple rinse under tap water and a very soft toothbrush.
I was happy with the results of this half-hour field time.
It was worth the pain I'm enduring, as well. I worked too hard moving heavy furniture today. Bursitis blows.