to throw the stuff away. One particular item I found many years ago was quite interesting.
I was hunting a Frontier Military site I, and a friend, had discovered in the mid 80's. This was after we had hunted this site to death, and had taken many friends to the site as well. We removed somewhere in the neighborhood of 1500+ artifacts from this very small outpost. Anyway, I'm out there one day going over some ground that I, and others, had hunted many times when I found what looked to be a piece of folded Aluminum trash. I stuck it in the trash side of my pouch as I wondered why that was there. This site had been void of any modern trash, and we were the first to put a metal detector on it. We had eyeballed eagle buttons, etc. just lying on the surface when we first found this site. That's how much of a virgin it was.
About 9 months later, I was going through some of my trash as I usually do just to make sure I didn't accidently put something good in the wrong side of the pouch. I usually empty all the trash into the large gallon zip lock bags, and put a card with the date, site etc. in the bag. As I was going through this stuff, I spotted that folded up thin piece of Aluminum and took a closer look. For some reason I decided to unfold it to see what it was as it seemed to be fairly large. It had been folded in half, and folded in half again. As I slowly unfolded it, I realized that it didn't seem to be Aluminum after all.
At first I had no idea what it was. Then, I realized that it was silver, not aluminum. After I unfolded it, it was round with a very small notch at the edge where it was attached, but the attachment was missing. There was another smaller hole in the center and one side was cross-hatched. The other side was very smooth, and shiny and had some very small numbers stamped into it. Then I saw the signature that was scratched into the top half of the shiny side. I realized then that it probably had belonged to one of the soldiers that had been stationed at this lonely outpost so many years ago. The item was an inner pocket watch cover.
I took the name, and my guess as to the unit he was assigned to, and contacted the National Archives in Washington, D.C. A short time later, they informed me they had a match, and the fee involved to get his service records. I found out he was born in New York in 1824. Had been in the Civil War, and re-enlisted after the war. He wound up with the unit that was stationed at this site to fight Indians, and protect the stage line that passed by the little outpost. It was amazing that all of that information was obtained after finding what I thought was just a piece of trash, and has become one of my all-time favorite finds. It just goes to show, you never know what you might put in your trash pouch. Always check before disposing of that pile of "junk".
Thought you might like this story since we're on the subject. It's one I'll never forget, and one of the things that make this such an interesting, and great, hobby.
Good hunting,
OldeTymer