This will be a long one.

[2ndoldman]

I have held off from making my latest post for several reasons.
Firstly I have not had a great amount of success over the last week.
Secondly I feel awkward overloading this site with metal detecting finds.
This past week has produced a number of wins and losses.
For those of you who want to know, I did get out on my birthday. Last Wednesday I turned 63.
This find was bittersweet.
The first thing I had to do was remove the deposit by mans best friend.
Yup dog turd was sitting directly over the signal. Nonmagnetic and 50% silver puts this one in the win column. The next day (Thursday) a trip with Jon to our local park only produced one keeper for me.
It was nothing more than a blank disk when found.
And required 12 hours in the tumbler to get to this point. Esquimalt dog tax 1919
It is a small win, due to the older aluminum having so much iron.
In the loss column is the constant battle with the trash. This trash has a mixed blessing.
There are 37 crushed beer cans, top left, that had to be dug out of the grass roots over the last week.
The rest were scattered in the bushes.
Trash is bad. Cashing in on it is good. Especially since this years deposits of new coins has not been made.

[2ndoldman]

The pocket knife was found wide open not more than 200 feet from a kids play ground. The token is for a locker.
Most of my favorite hunting spots are getting very quiet.
So I have been chasing very iffy signals lately.
Most rusty nail squeaks are muted after a couple of passes by the coil.
For those that are not, out they come just to be sure. Chasing those signals can be frustrating.
But every now and them they pay off.
I found this on Thursday after Jon left. Friday was a total loss.
Doubly compounded by Jon texting me that he had found six silver dimes.
And my only keepers for that day were a pile of shell casings. Saturday bloody Saturday.
What can I say other than total frustration.
Before I even get started for the day I get a message from Colin showing me his 8 silver dimes in one hole. That was very quickly followed by a text from Dave showing me his beautiful 1881 silver Vicky half dollar.

[2ndoldman]

Further to that Jim from Duncan texts me that he is in town and wants to meet up.
So I rush through cleaning up my daughters dog droppings in the back yard.
And by the time I get to where Jim is he already has one silver dime in his pouch.
And proceeds to pocket two more while I am still sitting on zilch.
My only keeper while out with Jim was this. Which I proceeded to destroy while trying to get solid metal to attach the reverse electrolysis to. Not being a quitter, saved the day after Jim headed back up to Duncan.
Sunday was my best day.
I had just found this when Dave once again texted me his find of three more silvers.
I was taking shelter from the rain under a large cedar tree when it squeaked from the roots.
Later in the day a cash coin in decent condition showed up.

[2ndoldman]

This lead bale seal was the final find on Sunday.
Does anyone have any ideas?
There are bale seals with the crossed keys that indicate they are from Russia.
But these don't fit that bill.
In closing, on Monday, after wearing through a ton of shoe leather this was the only keeper .

[Havenhunter]

Bruce, don't ever hesitate to share your finds! So many interesting finds-- trash to treasures at times. Keep posting!

[2ndoldman]

Thank you Deb.

[willjo]

Don't think anything about over using the metal detector forum that is one of the things I look forward to, I want to be just like you when I grow up. oh yes the honey suckles are blooming down here.

[toccopola]

same goes for me i love seeing what you dig up. trash or treasure.

[2ndoldman]

Thanks for that tocco. I hope to see you posting here again soon.
PS that was a killer point that you posted .

[2ndoldman]

Don't think anything about over using the metal detector forum that is one of the things I look forward to, I want to be just like you when I grow up. oh yes the honey suckles are blooming down here.

Johnny I do very much hope that you grow up to be just like me.
As far as the honey suckles go my friend.
We have frozen ground again up here.

[willjo]