Vernon in Virginia~Formerly Alaska
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[size=large] I know weekends are a little slow on the forum so let me tell you about getting permission on this latest field. I had put off asking about the field for years because I had heard that the guy who owned it was a real Oger. Well finally I figured what the heck, all he can do is yell; NO! He lived down a long half mile drive way that was heavily posted with signs that read "NO TRESPASSING ~THIS MEANS YOU!" in large red letters on either side of the drive. I half expected to see the bleached bones of other trespassers strewn along the dive in. Three large dogs with glowing red eyes were luckily caged but eager to get at me - Hounds of the Baskervilles I thought. I got out of the truck and scanned the area for other threats while nudging my .45 for assurance, seeing none I started walking towards the house. Just then the storm door flung open and out steps a large man with no shirt on, chewing on a big hunk of meat; no doubt the front flipper off a Harp seal he clubbed to death on his last trip to Canada. Well the Oger turned out to be one of the nicest and accommodating guys I have ever met. I ask him about the field and he ask if I was relic hunter, I told him I was but have been attending weekly Relic Hunters Anonymous meetings at the church to better myself. He told me I could hunt the field all I wanted as long as there wasn't crops growing in it. Well that led to the Confederate CS tongue and over 50 bullets so far.
Well, with that behind me, I was feeling more confident in people and decided to knock on the door of a period farmhouse not far away. I had also been passing it for many years, so today I turned down the driveway. There weren't any "No Trespassing" signs at the driveway entrance, lots of high ground with cut hayfields, and the period farmhouse, modest but stately, beckoned in the distance. I could see kids flying a kite, American flag flapping in the breeze, everything looking quite congenial. I knocked on the door and a few secounds later a lady cautiously stuck her head out the screen-door. She was wearing a look of impatience already, and the butch haircut wasn't doing much for my confidence either. I told her who I was and where I was from and as nice as I could, asked if I could search her field along the road for Civil War relics. "NO, WE DON'T ALLOW THAT AROUND HERE!" Sheesh ~ You'd think I just asked her if I could put a bordello on the other side of the road from her... "NO, WE DON'T ALLOW THAT AROUND HERE!" What, are relic hunters some kind of social misfits that need to get a life? Next time I go to one of these houses with this type of people. I'm wearing a trench coat~ hope they like my reply.
Oh well, you win some and you lose some. Thanks for looking.
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Went back to the field today, day 4. Started digging more Richmond labs.
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Picture above... I got a bullet signal about 8" deep. I'm saving this one for Mountain Man. I stuck a cornstalk upside down with the roots up in the air to mark it so when he gets out there, his first bullet will be a freebie. Picture below... some of the bullets.[/size]
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Well, with that behind me, I was feeling more confident in people and decided to knock on the door of a period farmhouse not far away. I had also been passing it for many years, so today I turned down the driveway. There weren't any "No Trespassing" signs at the driveway entrance, lots of high ground with cut hayfields, and the period farmhouse, modest but stately, beckoned in the distance. I could see kids flying a kite, American flag flapping in the breeze, everything looking quite congenial. I knocked on the door and a few secounds later a lady cautiously stuck her head out the screen-door. She was wearing a look of impatience already, and the butch haircut wasn't doing much for my confidence either. I told her who I was and where I was from and as nice as I could, asked if I could search her field along the road for Civil War relics. "NO, WE DON'T ALLOW THAT AROUND HERE!" Sheesh ~ You'd think I just asked her if I could put a bordello on the other side of the road from her... "NO, WE DON'T ALLOW THAT AROUND HERE!" What, are relic hunters some kind of social misfits that need to get a life? Next time I go to one of these houses with this type of people. I'm wearing a trench coat~ hope they like my reply.
Oh well, you win some and you lose some. Thanks for looking.
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Went back to the field today, day 4. Started digging more Richmond labs.
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Picture above... I got a bullet signal about 8" deep. I'm saving this one for Mountain Man. I stuck a cornstalk upside down with the roots up in the air to mark it so when he gets out there, his first bullet will be a freebie. Picture below... some of the bullets.[/size]
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Ma Betty