GRAY GHOST
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hi all, i unfortunately once knew a girl named penny. strange part is, i never got to meet her! so, it's not her real name either! i used to live in northern virginia many years ago and went out detecting all the time. i would seek out new places to go like the rest of us do, dreaming all week at work about how good a weekend i was gonna have at this new spot! i could easily envision the silver quarters and dimes just wanting to jump into my pouch!
so early saturday morning i go, almost breathless with anticipation. the coil hit the ground in a hurry, and a great signal comes across! i thought, this is gonna be good and easy as i dug a new cent out. wo, wait a minute, what?!! a brand new cent four inches down? no, this can't be...possible. i shrugged it off and soon hit another great signal... this time six inches down...and you guessed it...another brand new cent. all i could do was shake my head in bewilderment.
this scene repeated itself a couple of more times over the years. i never did find a good target at any of the spots that i started finding the new cents in. usually, i would find three or four, shake my head again, mumble some choice expletives, get in the car and go somewhere else. sometimes they were on top of the ground too.
i moved away from the area a short time later but kept in contact with some of the mdr's i had known. come to find out, an unidentified woman was an avid hunter like the rest of us were and would bury a new cent in place of a good target she had dug! sometimes it seemed she just threw a huge handful of pennies all over the place. was the woman crazy? was it her way of leaving something behind for the future hunters? did she do it to p**s the rest of us off? i don't know either! and i probably will never know the truth.
so penny, if your're out there, i kept one of your cents that i found. every time i see it, it only increases my dislike for finding new cents. because, every time i do, i think about that sly hunter who outfoxed and angered a young man on more than one occasion! hh,
so early saturday morning i go, almost breathless with anticipation. the coil hit the ground in a hurry, and a great signal comes across! i thought, this is gonna be good and easy as i dug a new cent out. wo, wait a minute, what?!! a brand new cent four inches down? no, this can't be...possible. i shrugged it off and soon hit another great signal... this time six inches down...and you guessed it...another brand new cent. all i could do was shake my head in bewilderment.
this scene repeated itself a couple of more times over the years. i never did find a good target at any of the spots that i started finding the new cents in. usually, i would find three or four, shake my head again, mumble some choice expletives, get in the car and go somewhere else. sometimes they were on top of the ground too.
i moved away from the area a short time later but kept in contact with some of the mdr's i had known. come to find out, an unidentified woman was an avid hunter like the rest of us were and would bury a new cent in place of a good target she had dug! sometimes it seemed she just threw a huge handful of pennies all over the place. was the woman crazy? was it her way of leaving something behind for the future hunters? did she do it to p**s the rest of us off? i don't know either! and i probably will never know the truth.
so penny, if your're out there, i kept one of your cents that i found. every time i see it, it only increases my dislike for finding new cents. because, every time i do, i think about that sly hunter who outfoxed and angered a young man on more than one occasion! hh,
I'll have to remember that little trick next time I find 
