GKman
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Its hard to ask for more than that right? Early today, I went back to the foundation I had recently recovered the draped busts, and the 1787 New Jersey copper to see what else I could find. I was able to recover numerous beautiful old relics from the early 1800's and maybe even the late 1700's.
I honestly almost passed by the beautiful bat wing buckle since it was in very soft soil next to a stream and I was thinking soda can (along streams is where soda cans like to hide and make you think such things). The other thing that had me convinced that it was probably trash was that the detector was screaming at me even though the target was pinpointing right underneath a fallen tree so it was a large target still sounding really loud from a reasonable distance. So, the next pass by I said was the heck, I kicked the tree apart took a small shovel of dirt and out popped a piece of history.
Shortly after that I started making discovery after discovery including the beautiful big buttons. I was about ready to call it a day, so I took a picture of my finds (the one with the mushrooms) and started to head back the way I came, but then I thought "Hey, I didn't try that other area over there that is flat." It didn't take me long to find my first target and then without warning something made me a target! I was kneeling in some brush trying to figure out what was giving me an iffy signal, I had just brought a large square nail to the surface when my arm felt like it was getting punctured by a big thorn, I looked around and there is a yellow jacket stinging the underside of my arm through my shirt. I quickly sent him off to yellow jacket heaven and kept one eye looking towards the sky for any more dive bombers and kept digging, that is when I discovered the 1819 large cent.
Knowing that yellow jacket like to hang out in groups I should have been more wary, but I didn't see any more so I figured he was just a loner passing through and I might as well keep going, that is when two more appeared out of no where! I ran out of the bushes, shovels rattling, arms flailing and hat off to maximize my swatting area. Once I stopped I said to my self that was close. But then, I look down and there was another yellow jacket doing it's best to sting me through my shirt. I ensured that he met an untimely demise and I started hopping around, swatting myself everywhere with my hat in case they where on my back. Thankfully they weren't.
After that I recovered another button or two , including one from the stream bed with some nice gold gilt still attached.
The little buckle is stamped pat, 1857 & 1876 which is something I will have to do some more research (or if anyone has an idea?)
I decided to stop and clean up the finds and as I was I found my new little detecting buddy . He was anxious to get into the photo of the relics.
Overall, a great day.
I honestly almost passed by the beautiful bat wing buckle since it was in very soft soil next to a stream and I was thinking soda can (along streams is where soda cans like to hide and make you think such things). The other thing that had me convinced that it was probably trash was that the detector was screaming at me even though the target was pinpointing right underneath a fallen tree so it was a large target still sounding really loud from a reasonable distance. So, the next pass by I said was the heck, I kicked the tree apart took a small shovel of dirt and out popped a piece of history.
Shortly after that I started making discovery after discovery including the beautiful big buttons. I was about ready to call it a day, so I took a picture of my finds (the one with the mushrooms) and started to head back the way I came, but then I thought "Hey, I didn't try that other area over there that is flat." It didn't take me long to find my first target and then without warning something made me a target! I was kneeling in some brush trying to figure out what was giving me an iffy signal, I had just brought a large square nail to the surface when my arm felt like it was getting punctured by a big thorn, I looked around and there is a yellow jacket stinging the underside of my arm through my shirt. I quickly sent him off to yellow jacket heaven and kept one eye looking towards the sky for any more dive bombers and kept digging, that is when I discovered the 1819 large cent.
Knowing that yellow jacket like to hang out in groups I should have been more wary, but I didn't see any more so I figured he was just a loner passing through and I might as well keep going, that is when two more appeared out of no where! I ran out of the bushes, shovels rattling, arms flailing and hat off to maximize my swatting area. Once I stopped I said to my self that was close. But then, I look down and there was another yellow jacket doing it's best to sting me through my shirt. I ensured that he met an untimely demise and I started hopping around, swatting myself everywhere with my hat in case they where on my back. Thankfully they weren't.
After that I recovered another button or two , including one from the stream bed with some nice gold gilt still attached.
The little buckle is stamped pat, 1857 & 1876 which is something I will have to do some more research (or if anyone has an idea?)
I decided to stop and clean up the finds and as I was I found my new little detecting buddy . He was anxious to get into the photo of the relics.
Overall, a great day.
. How'd you get that toad to pose so nicely?
