Don't you love those one shot, one kill recoveries? I remember last February, I walked into a park, put my detector coil to the ground, got a target signal, dug it, and it was a gold medallion. (blingfinder.blogger.com, Feb 3rd, 2013, "Gold Medallion".)
Well, it happened again. I was driving round to yard and estate sales Saturday morning, and I had visited a few already and made some good buys. This was a fairly antique neighborhood with a lot of likely looking properties for metal detecting for silver coins later that afternoon. As I rounded a corner, I saw a fairly long swale (grass strip by the street, no curb) in front of a house that just wouldn't wait for the afternoon. I'm not sure why. I pulled right over, and got out my detector.
I covered that swale along the front of the house in just a few minutes and didn't find a signal I wanted to dig. I was reluctant to leave so quickly without digging even one target, so I stopped to check closer around the base of this big black olive tree, and right up against the trunk I got an improbable target ...it was flipping between a half dollar and a dollar. That flipping, and the rarity of a coin target that high on the scale, indicated to me that it was probably garbage. But it was a tight clean signal, and it was only flipping one division, so I dug it.
A 1952 Ben Franklin half was the source of that signal.
The improbable propinquity between me and that coin that urged me to pull over as I was passing by in an automobile at 30mph on important and time-sensitive business elsewhere just delights me.
Serendipity...there's nothing like it.
Well, it happened again. I was driving round to yard and estate sales Saturday morning, and I had visited a few already and made some good buys. This was a fairly antique neighborhood with a lot of likely looking properties for metal detecting for silver coins later that afternoon. As I rounded a corner, I saw a fairly long swale (grass strip by the street, no curb) in front of a house that just wouldn't wait for the afternoon. I'm not sure why. I pulled right over, and got out my detector.
I covered that swale along the front of the house in just a few minutes and didn't find a signal I wanted to dig. I was reluctant to leave so quickly without digging even one target, so I stopped to check closer around the base of this big black olive tree, and right up against the trunk I got an improbable target ...it was flipping between a half dollar and a dollar. That flipping, and the rarity of a coin target that high on the scale, indicated to me that it was probably garbage. But it was a tight clean signal, and it was only flipping one division, so I dug it.
A 1952 Ben Franklin half was the source of that signal.
The improbable propinquity between me and that coin that urged me to pull over as I was passing by in an automobile at 30mph on important and time-sensitive business elsewhere just delights me.
Serendipity...there's nothing like it.
