Haven't posted in a while, been busy with work and other stuff and not much time to hunt, but hopefully I can make more time to hunt soon. I was starting to feel like a deadbeat lurker so I thought I would throw this up there. Stopped out to see ol' dad on fathers day. He lives in an old farmhouse on an old acreage outside of a small town in Nebraska. He recently had a large old tree blow over in a storm. He was showing me the crater this behemoth left in the ground after blowing over. Anytime I see a few feet of newly exposed dirt, some crazy gear starts spinning in my head. Luckily my machine was still in the truck from my last hunt. I have only hunted one other time in this yard and that was very briefly a few years ago. I had no intentions of hunting when i got there that day, but the next thing I know, I'm hunting the newly formed crater and the rest of the yard while I was at it. 
The ground was perfectly moist from the recent rain, giving those deepies a voice. I was thinking to myself before I started: "I want silver today". I found some older clad here and there,a 46' wheatie, a few older hot wheels cars (not mine, they moved there after I was grown) and a dog tag from 1996 (believed to be from one of their scotties owned in 96). Then this one came screaming loud and clear from about 6 inches. A 27' Merc. After about an hour hunting, the skeeters got the best of me so I called it a day. HH all JJ
The ground was perfectly moist from the recent rain, giving those deepies a voice. I was thinking to myself before I started: "I want silver today". I found some older clad here and there,a 46' wheatie, a few older hot wheels cars (not mine, they moved there after I was grown) and a dog tag from 1996 (believed to be from one of their scotties owned in 96). Then this one came screaming loud and clear from about 6 inches. A 27' Merc. After about an hour hunting, the skeeters got the best of me so I called it a day. HH all JJ