CyberSage
Elite Member
Sometimes I wonder where the time goes...
Life rushes by and we do our best to grab what little magic moments that are within our reach. The last month I have seen very little hunt time. It was traded away for end of summer chores such as harvesting and canning the goodness from our garden. When caught up on chores there were fun filled days spent with family and special anniversaries. Don't get me wrong here. All of these things are welcome and enjoyed. This is life. Not having time to hunt I spent time in my coin garden every chance I got. I recently acquired a new SEF Butterfly Coil and was eager to have a go with it. It tested out nicely and made easy work of even the deepest targets in the coin garden. This past week I finally found myself standing in the old park by my house. The headphones felt almost foreign as I placed them on my head. The new coil was strapped on the V3 and I chose a very popular spot in the park to swing it for the first time. Now this part of the park was an old turn of the century campground and was popular about a hundred years ago. Now it lays quiet and undisturbed in the corner of the modern day park. The modern day visitors aside from the Fox squirrels are largely made up of people on there way to somewhere else and other detectorist. I have stopped and chatted many times with fellow metal detectorist who like others before them knew that this was an old campground. I have found a few Wheat pennies here myself and figured I was doing good for such a hard hit area. I talked with one old timer who had just found a beautiful Mercury dime with his SE. He said that over the years he and his buddies had pulled some nice coins from this area. Happy to have a few hours to hunt I started slowly hunting the old campground with the new coil. First nice hit was a deep Wheat penny. I began to circle outward from the find and received a very nice tone about 4 feet away. What came out of the ground over the next couple of short hours was an exciting surprise. This video is comprised of 2 separate hunts in the same location over a 3 hour period of time.
[PBV]http://vid120.photobucket.com/albums/o187/CyberSageBH3300/SEFBarber.flv[/PBV]
The coins as they came out of the ground...
And after cleaning in a warm soapy water bath...
The Barber was well worn, but the Mercury Dime was detailed and had a beautiful luster.
The old campground was surrendering a lot of coins and I was having a lot of fun. Here is a shot of the first dig site (Barber Dime)
You can see the old bath house in the background. In the 80 year old picture below it looks much the same.
Here is another angle of the campground from another equally old photograph.
As it was then, and as it is present day...
The tracks you see are from a modern day train ride for the kids. As the sun went down the second day of the hunt I sat for awhile and watched it get dark. I tried to imagine the campfires and family get-to-gathers that happened here. The good times, there must have been a few here for sure.. I became melancholy suddenly. May be it was just the brisk wind that blew through the old trees that was signaling that summer is over and winter is on it's way that made me a little sad... May be it was knowing that most of the folks that camped here are long gone... May be it's just that...
Sometimes I wonder where the time goes.
Keep Swing'in
Jack
Life rushes by and we do our best to grab what little magic moments that are within our reach. The last month I have seen very little hunt time. It was traded away for end of summer chores such as harvesting and canning the goodness from our garden. When caught up on chores there were fun filled days spent with family and special anniversaries. Don't get me wrong here. All of these things are welcome and enjoyed. This is life. Not having time to hunt I spent time in my coin garden every chance I got. I recently acquired a new SEF Butterfly Coil and was eager to have a go with it. It tested out nicely and made easy work of even the deepest targets in the coin garden. This past week I finally found myself standing in the old park by my house. The headphones felt almost foreign as I placed them on my head. The new coil was strapped on the V3 and I chose a very popular spot in the park to swing it for the first time. Now this part of the park was an old turn of the century campground and was popular about a hundred years ago. Now it lays quiet and undisturbed in the corner of the modern day park. The modern day visitors aside from the Fox squirrels are largely made up of people on there way to somewhere else and other detectorist. I have stopped and chatted many times with fellow metal detectorist who like others before them knew that this was an old campground. I have found a few Wheat pennies here myself and figured I was doing good for such a hard hit area. I talked with one old timer who had just found a beautiful Mercury dime with his SE. He said that over the years he and his buddies had pulled some nice coins from this area. Happy to have a few hours to hunt I started slowly hunting the old campground with the new coil. First nice hit was a deep Wheat penny. I began to circle outward from the find and received a very nice tone about 4 feet away. What came out of the ground over the next couple of short hours was an exciting surprise. This video is comprised of 2 separate hunts in the same location over a 3 hour period of time.
[PBV]http://vid120.photobucket.com/albums/o187/CyberSageBH3300/SEFBarber.flv[/PBV]
The coins as they came out of the ground...
And after cleaning in a warm soapy water bath...
The Barber was well worn, but the Mercury Dime was detailed and had a beautiful luster.
The old campground was surrendering a lot of coins and I was having a lot of fun. Here is a shot of the first dig site (Barber Dime)
You can see the old bath house in the background. In the 80 year old picture below it looks much the same.
Here is another angle of the campground from another equally old photograph.
As it was then, and as it is present day...
The tracks you see are from a modern day train ride for the kids. As the sun went down the second day of the hunt I sat for awhile and watched it get dark. I tried to imagine the campfires and family get-to-gathers that happened here. The good times, there must have been a few here for sure.. I became melancholy suddenly. May be it was just the brisk wind that blew through the old trees that was signaling that summer is over and winter is on it's way that made me a little sad... May be it was knowing that most of the folks that camped here are long gone... May be it's just that...
Sometimes I wonder where the time goes.
Keep Swing'in
Jack
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I enjoy reading your posts..
...LOL Nice video buddy!
The Merc looks like it was just minted.
