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finally: right place right time

Ed Steinhoff

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Was going up a street I don't normally travel this am. While passing a large soccer, ice rink, open grass park i see that they had recently ran a sod cutter around the outside areas to put in sidewalks.
They had cut down 2 to 2.5 inches 4 feet wide in long curving pathways around the soccer fields from the main bathrooms. My momma didn't raise no fools! The gear came out instantly and the fun began!
Hunted both ways to be sure to cover the strip well. 3 hours produced 111 clad coins, all just under the surface! What a blast!!
178 coins this weekend and 111 today, this old body is sore tonight, but well worth it. What is it about this addiction that compels us to swing, drop, dig, pop,and go at every chance we get?
For it is truly an addiction worse than any drug, for all things are now viewed under the microscope of " can I swing there, and whats in the ground?" Ain't it great?
HH Ed in co.
 
Good job ed haha that's the fun of it. Every time they turn up sod around my area I hit it .good score.....hh rick in mi
 
Outstanding! :clapping: Yes, what is it about this Magnificent Obsession that causes us to look at the World through a coils eye? Must be some sort of primal urge deep in the reptilian part of the brain that impels us to to hunt is all I can figure.:shrug:
Mud
 
Ed Steinhoff said:
What is it about this addiction that compels us to swing, drop, dig, pop,and go at every chance we get?
For it is truly an addiction worse than any drug, for all things are now viewed under the microscope of " can I swing there, and whats in the ground?" Ain't it great?
HH Ed in co.
Ed, I've pondered that question my self?:confused:

Thanks to Mud and Google! Now I know. But there is hope!

The reptilian brain, the oldest of the three, controls the body's vital functions such as heart rate, breathing, body temperature and balance. Our reptilian brain includes the main structures found in a reptile's brain: the brain stem and the cerebellum. The reptilian brain is reliable but tends to be somewhat rigid and compulsive. :rofl:
 
After 30 years or so of detecting, I am still amazed and thrilled every time I can see into the ground and find anything.
Good heads up . Take an Aleve break and get back to it while it's there.
 
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