So Saturday Noah and I drove a couple hours west to avoid all the rain. When we got there we thought we were going to have a great day. Lots of very old houses and lots of yeses.
Unfortunately, every and I mean Every house had been hunted before!! My first signal of the day was a silver ring. That was it. the next 7 hours nothing but clad and wheats, at least one of the wheats was a 24-D. Semi key date I think.
Driving home I'm thinking it might be time for a break. 2019 has sucked thus far.
So Sunday afternoon I get a call from Noah "Hey,you want go out for a couple of hours?" So much for taking a break, I said sure!
We only had time for a couple of houses, one of which was good to both of us. I dug an 1891 Indian and a 1936-D walker.
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