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For the last four years I have been a diggaholic.
YUP I admit it. And no I am not going through the 12 step program to be reformed.
Well for the last three of those years I have posted every scrap of metal, broken glass and dangerous sharp item that I have pulled from the parks.
I know that some of you get a kick out of searching through my trash shots.
And others of you are horrified by what I find.
This is simply an announcement that this is the last trash shot I will post.
Over the two days of this particular post I had to empty my pouch three times so that I could continue.
Enough is enough.
It is time for someone else to show the newbies what they need to do to make the finds.
From now on the trash will be emptied out in the nearest trash can and not on my sorting table.
OK rant is over.
On Friday I met up with Jamie and his brother Ronald.
After a bit Jon showed up also.
I didn't manage to find a lot but it was still fun.
The navy button is most likely post WWII as the back was iron and totally rusted out.
The last keeper of the day was a very tiny silver ring.
On Saturday I decided to change it up somewhat and work a boulevard near one of the older parks.
While walking from my car to the area I wanted to hit I looked over and saw a guy in a schoolyard detecting with a shovel.
REALLY.
So I walked over and read him the riot act about shovels. 
He left with no problems and I carried on my way.
As I am getting close to the boulevard I noticed a hobbit hole.
A hacked out clearing in the bushes where the homeless like to set up their sleeping bags.
Now you guys know that they are irresistible to me.
This is what the ground there looked like.
And it was so loaded with targets that swinging the coil was useless.
On my knee with pinpointer in hand the targets started to come out.
Most of it was trash.
But there was some cash.
And an assortment of pins.
YUP I admit it. And no I am not going through the 12 step program to be reformed.
Well for the last three of those years I have posted every scrap of metal, broken glass and dangerous sharp item that I have pulled from the parks.
I know that some of you get a kick out of searching through my trash shots.
And others of you are horrified by what I find.
This is simply an announcement that this is the last trash shot I will post.
Over the two days of this particular post I had to empty my pouch three times so that I could continue.
Enough is enough.
It is time for someone else to show the newbies what they need to do to make the finds.
From now on the trash will be emptied out in the nearest trash can and not on my sorting table.
OK rant is over.
On Friday I met up with Jamie and his brother Ronald.
After a bit Jon showed up also.
I didn't manage to find a lot but it was still fun.
The navy button is most likely post WWII as the back was iron and totally rusted out.
The last keeper of the day was a very tiny silver ring.
On Saturday I decided to change it up somewhat and work a boulevard near one of the older parks.
While walking from my car to the area I wanted to hit I looked over and saw a guy in a schoolyard detecting with a shovel.
REALLY.
So I walked over and read him the riot act about shovels. He left with no problems and I carried on my way.
As I am getting close to the boulevard I noticed a hobbit hole.
A hacked out clearing in the bushes where the homeless like to set up their sleeping bags.
Now you guys know that they are irresistible to me.
This is what the ground there looked like.
And it was so loaded with targets that swinging the coil was useless.
On my knee with pinpointer in hand the targets started to come out.
Most of it was trash.
But there was some cash.
And an assortment of pins.
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