Field of dreams

[Pat in On]

Last weekend in the early hours of the morning I packed up my V3 and headed to my favourite coffee shop for a good cup of brew. Sitting there I contemplated what site I would venture , the sun was rising and the low lying fog was still hugging the ground and in the background I could here my favourite orchestra , the crickets, they were playing loud and in harmony as they do at this time of year.

I wanted to find some silver that day so I headed to a park that had rewarded me in the past. The air was calm and humid and as I disturbed the grass the misquotes came out to great me. I was there for about an hour when I hit a mixed signal, it was bouncing between 46 and 75, when I pulled a 1943 dime out of the ground I had a smile on my face, it

 

[Larry (IL)]

Great post Pat. That field of dreams is what it is all about.

 

[nw1886]

The anticipation,getting out, and the memories of the find! Yup Pat...more than a dime! Thanks, You put a smile on my face!

 

[dave5710]

Your story reminds me of a morning in the late fall of 06. Three mornings a week I would drop my Dad off for his kidney dialysis treatment at 6 AM. Then I would go to a park somewhere and hunt until it was time to pick him up or run errands. Anyway this particular morning the sun was just barely brightening up the eastern sky when I got a signal in a small clearing just off the path. I dug down and ran a hand full of soil over the coil to be sure I had the target, then stood and faced the dim light of the morning. The coin was a 64 Rosie, but the feeling and the sight of the pale white disc in the black dirt, and surrounding darkness is one I will always remember.

Thanks for sharing, Dave