CyberSage
Moderator
It was Sunday afternoon the temperatures were on the rise. I found myself anxious, and distracted by the melting snow. I finally caved in to my carnal metal detecting instincts. I geared up and headed back to the local park despite the snow and mud. I found a sunny corner of the park and hit the power button on my V3. The sound of the threshold was nothing short of a lullaby to my ears. As I have stated before, I have hunted this park located close to my house hundreds and hundreds of times, and it has always been good to me. So I come back time and time again with the hope of an old coin or two for my keeper pouch. Today would be no different. A short while into my hunt I cut a plug that revealed the end result that we all seek as American Detectorist...
FirstSilver2011
The glint of silver in the moist dirt made my heart race. I will never get used to the thrill of digging a Mercury Dime.
A view of the dig site...
The old park, despite being heavily hunted never lets me down. The spirits of the folks that sought relaxation here a hundred years ago, still hang heavy in the air. More importantly, having such a beautiful locale to let my mind relax and drift for a few hours is worth it's weight in... Silver
Keep Swing'in
Jack
FirstSilver2011
The glint of silver in the moist dirt made my heart race. I will never get used to the thrill of digging a Mercury Dime.

A view of the dig site...

The old park, despite being heavily hunted never lets me down. The spirits of the folks that sought relaxation here a hundred years ago, still hang heavy in the air. More importantly, having such a beautiful locale to let my mind relax and drift for a few hours is worth it's weight in... Silver

Keep Swing'in
Jack