Saturday I stopped and did one house while I was out doing errands. I dug a 1941 Washington in the curb strip.
Thursday after work I took a drive to a small town an hour from my home. The first house was a bust, not even a wheatie.
The second house was built in 1883. It started out slow but about a half hour in I got a signal at 8" that I thought might be a silver dime. I dug a pretty deep plug and when I stuck the carrot in the hole it was screaming. I moved the dirt at the bottom of the hole with my pin pointer and revealed the edge of a large silver. I pulled it out and it was a 1942 Walker (my fourth of the year) I rescanned the hole, got another signal and pulled out a 1944 merc. Ten minutes later in the same area, i dug a 1956 Rosie.
Right before I was going to call it a day, I got a solid 12-35 at 5". When I started digging I realized that the soil was packed with gravel. My pin pointer was screaming at the bottom of my 3" plug. Out pops a beautiful 1875 Indian. I barley rubbed it and it and it cleaned right up.
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