Stumbled upon a Cache!

Today I spent the morning in the woods doing my best to keep from getting overheated. I wasn't very effective, because the humidity was up and there isn't much of a breeze amongst the trees and brush. I wandered aimlessly for a few hours without much to show for it, other than being soaked with sweat and covered in cobwebs. I had 36 cents in modern clad, but also a really nice looking 1916 wheat

Then it happened, the mighty etrac SCREAMED. I took a step back, and scanned it from all directions. A nice sweet coin sound was eminating from my headphones. The numbers on the display were a little jittery, but they were staying on the low side of the scale, not on the higher end where they would be if it was detecting iron. Depth was registering between 4-6 inches.

So I started digging. Cleared out a bit of dirt and stuck the pinpointer in the hole. Nothing. Dug a little farther and tried the pinpointer again...nothing. Dug down about 8 inches and I was a little perplexed because I still wasn't finding anything. So I stood up and re-scanned the hole. Yep, still a good signal, but it was telling me that it wasn't that deep. So I raised the coil up above the ground a few inches and it was still sounding off.

Now most of the time, what I end up finding in this situation, is a large, deep, piece of junk. So next I do what I've done hundreds of times before...place my tools in my pouch, and fill in the hole. But this time I stand up and just stare at the plug, pondering things for a few moments. Do I really want to put forth the effort of digging this deep hole? It's hot, I'm already soaked with sweat, and covered in debris from fighting the undergrowth. Ah well, the heck with it...I tell myself that if this does indeed end up being trash, I'll call it a day and head home. So I swing the coil again.

Sure enough, the signal sounds good. Good from all directions, and exactly in the spot I'd previously dug. Scooping the loose dirt from the hole with my hands, I easily get down to where I'd left off. A couple more cuts with my Lesche and whatta ya know! The pinpointer is picking something up! Clearing away the dirt, I find the lid to a container. But the thing that is different this time, is that the jar is standing up perfectly in the hole, as if someone had purposely placed it there! A few more careful cuts with my digging tool, and I've successfully retrieved a package wrapped in tape!









At this point I see the note written on the lid, the nails, the aluminum foil, and start to think this is some sick practical joke. But as soon as I started to remove the contents, I began to get excited!







Some jewelry, pull tabs, modern clad, a few Ike dollar coins...but wait! What do I see? A Walker!!!

At this point I am thrilled! But I want to share the excitement, so I toss everything back in the container, fill in my hole, and race home to examine the rest of the contents with my family. Everyone gathers around the table, and I spread out the goodies that I've already seen. Then I carefully open up a makeup compact...



Honestly I could have fallen off my chair at this point! I would have been totally happy to find a single Mercury dime, let alone a handfull of silver! The best part of all, there was a note and a picture from the gentleman that buried all these goodies back in August of 2002!





His name is Bob, and amazingly the phone number provided was still in service! We chatted for quite some time, and I thanked him profusely for providing my family and I a super exciting memory that will last a lifetime! Hopefully in the future we can get together for a hunt once the weather cools off. Also, I informed him of this website, I'm crossing my fingers that he jumps in here and comments.

Here's a few more pictures of other relics...I'll update the post later after I get a few things cleaned up