You must all do this before you dig :

Okay, you had to ask! I usually wrap my deceased cats in a towel or blanket and then put them in a trash bag tied tight. If you don't poke a hole in the bag, the gases released during decomposition will inflate the bag and cause the ground above to rise up into a mound! Freaked me out the first time it happened. Thought I had buried a cat who wasn't dead! So now I always poke a hole in the bag to slowly release the gases.

Lately, I've been burying them in a cardboard box with no bag. Better idea, but you have to bury them much deeper or the critters will smell them and try to dig them up! Ah, the joy of cat ownership!
You mean the joy of cat UN-ownership? šŸˆ šŸ˜» šŸˆā€ā¬›ļø :laughing:
 
Here on the east coast we don't have to dig looking for coins, especially LCs. They are like worms after a good rain storm, they just come up to the surface and show themselves.:bouncy:

Sorry Tom.....

You're not sorry. You just had to go ruin my day, eh ? :crying: But alas : EVEN IF ALL THOSE PESKY LC's were only 1" deep over there, you STILL have to call the #, in order to dig them up. If I get word that you jokers are not calling the # before you dig, then : I'm turning you in. Tsk tsk.

Which City's Public Works Dept were you in Tom?

Just checked my old employer's Web Site and they still show 811 as the number to call. Maybe they both take you to the same place??

I was in Salinas public works dept. Yeah, I remember the "811" . Used to be on billboards, and as a little paper insert included in everyone's monthly P.G.& E bill (that everyone promptly throws away and pays no attention to).
 
Okay, you had to ask! I usually wrap my deceased cats in a towel or blanket and then put them in a trash bag tied tight. If you don't poke a hole in the bag, the gases released during decomposition will inflate the bag and cause the ground above to rise up into a mound! Freaked me out the first time it happened. Thought I had buried a cat who wasn't dead! So now I always poke a hole in the bag to slowly release the gases.

Lately, I've been burying them in a cardboard box with no bag. Better idea, but you have to bury them much deeper or the critters will smell them and try to dig them up! Ah, the joy of cat ownership!
Hmmm...I buried 3 of them in a 2 month span several years ago. No puncture and buried about a foot deep in our small backyard. I thought it was small gophers moving a bit of earth. I wonder what the HOA is gonna say when they have to replace 3 loose fence posts.
 
I was back again at city hall today, on more un-related business. Stuck in line again at the pamphlet rack. And spotted this one. It has the customary 3 digit "811" #

And I've done y'all the favor and studied it, end to end. And sure enough, like the other one, it does not say how deep. It simply says "ANY DIGGING". Strangely though, this one does not spout off about it "being the law"
 

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No sir! Blue Sheppard is actually a friend of mine so I go up to the mine itself and dig. I'm not one for going through others tailings piles. Unless its an old gold mine/claim.
In Dahlonega, GA they had gold panning troughs for ignorant people from Atlanta. Charged like $35 to pan a five gallon bucket and the con artists put in bright brass filings that looked like 10k gold, not real 24k gold. But the flatlanders did not know the difference and bragged to their fellow flatlanders when they got home about the gold they panned. Same with minerals, they bought them wholesale from North Carolina and put one or two in the 5 gallon bucket of sand and small rocks. At least those were real gems, but not the really valuable ones. My boys and I had permission to hunt an original land lot sw of Dahlonega, in Auraria GA that had two actual mines (one productive) and two small branches that gave up an occasional bb sized nugget and lot of fine gold. Lots of fun and that is what got me into metal detecting in the late 1980's. I would use the Fisher Gold Bug to find bird and buckshot in different locations in the creek and almost always find some fine gold or very small nuggets trapped in the same area. Great way to find areas to dig the sand and rocks to pan or to run through our sluice box.
 
In Dahlonega, GA they had gold panning troughs for ignorant people from Atlanta. Charged like $35 to pan a five gallon bucket and the con artists put in bright brass filings that looked like 10k gold, not real 24k gold. But the flatlanders did not know the difference and bragged to their fellow flatlanders when they got home about the gold they panned. Same with minerals, they bought them wholesale from North Carolina and put one or two in the 5 gallon bucket of sand and small rocks. At least those were real gems, but not the really valuable ones. My boys and I had permission to hunt an original land lot sw of Dahlonega, in Auraria GA that had two actual mines (one productive) and two small branches that gave up an occasional bb sized nugget and lot of fine gold. Lots of fun and that is what got me into metal detecting in the late 1980's. I would use the Fisher Gold Bug to find bird and buckshot in different locations in the creek and almost always find some fine gold or very small nuggets trapped in the same area. Great way to find areas to dig the sand and rocks to pan or to run through our sluice box.
Ever find old seated or barbers in your sluice? Happens up here often. When I first started, I'd chunk all the lead bird shot until someone reminded me they were pulling platinum out of the same spot. Bet I donā€™t do that anymore until I'm 100% sure it's lead.
 
Ever find old seated or barbers in your sluice? Happens up here often. When I first started, I'd chunk all the lead bird shot until someone reminded me they were pulling platinum out of the same spot. Bet I donā€™t do that anymore until I'm 100% sure it's lead.
never found coins of any type. But we did find a pre-historic quartz Alt-Alt point that was worth a couple of hundred dollars. It was in perfect condition. The Friday night before we went to our spots it was a gully washer thunderstorm. We were on top of the hydraulic Barlow cut and my son looked down and found the half exposed point that the storm revealed.
 
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