I had to work part of Saturday and Sunday (which ended up being 12:30 am this morning). I was supposed to go to work this morning but suddenly felt sick. Since the day was going to be sunny and a beautiful 64 degrees I decided to hit a spot I've been wanting to get at for a couple of weeks now. I had code name it Plataville in my high hopes of the bountiful silver to be found there. Let us no longer call it by that name. I now call it the 9th Level of Metal Detecting Hell. I would rather put myself between two humping hippos than detect that spot again. Needless to say after three hours of excrutiating pain I went and found another spot.
I was able to get permission to hunt a church that has been around since at least 1913 though the old building was long gone and a new one was built in its place. The very first target I dug was a 1943 D Merc. Praise the Lord! I was lifted from the depths of dispair and misery! I dug a couple of wheats and hit another silver dime, a 1951 Rosie. Sweet! The Rosie put me at 25 silvers for the year. Shortly after that I dug another wheat and called it quits.