Dancer
Well-known member
About gold. This summer I was scratching around a pretty new township park. Pretty well manicured. After about an hour I managed to sniff out 9 pieces of clad. Got pretty disgusted, headed back to the truck. Stopped at a small lonely bleacher to size things up. Things seemed bleak. Hunted around a little, and right in front of the first seats up comes a little size 3 gold ring. Shocking, 9 clads and a gold ring. On the other hand one of my favorite places to hunt has always been good to me over the years. Tons of clad, some silver, but in 14 years not one piece of gold ! Doesn't make sense does it. So that's what's good about hunting, ya just never know.