Hiked out to a site I hadn't been to in some time. The plan was to try and sniff out a goody or two from the iron. The only problem was that I forgot that this one one of those old cellar holes that had hardly any iron. After 45 minutes of nothing but an occasional iron blip, I decide to just swing the coil in the woods as I hiked back out.

Wasn't too far from the site when my ear drums almost blew out over the first shoe buckle.



The chape and tongue swung freely when I knocked the dirt off.

20 more minutes of silence then another screamer.



This one had an iron chape and tongue.

Another 20 minutes or so of wandering through the woods I dug my third and last target. I had no idea what it was until I got home and looked it up. It's a Dayton Pikgard. You put them on chickens that would peck other chickens to death. Analogous to the mask they put on Hannibal Lecter



Went on the chicken like this:



Jeff