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Another trip through the states is in the book and the title just about says it all.
After putting on a little over 6600 miles on the truck I can say that pulling your house behind you sucks as far as gas mileage goes.
This recent trip started in New York state at a metal detecting event called Pound the Ground.
I will not bore you with details about the seeded hunt but the natural hunt was fun.
Lots of old buttons, a nice Indian Head penny and surprisingly a sterling spoon from the campsite beach while testing to make sure the detectors worked.
After which I had to warm the old bones by visiting with the beast of the sand pits.
Here he is in his element. Willjo aka Johnny has no quit in him no matter how warm it is.
I call his slice of heaven the chip mine for one very good reason.
You cannot walk anywhere on this property without seeing stone chips, let alone digging and sifting.
The first two days were spent in the pits.
Day one.
Produced a beauty of a Connerly and a used up knife (according to Johnny and his son Britt)
Day two in the pit.
Gave up a sweet Saffron.
A change of pace was in order, and this was a first for me.
I took part in my first knapp in and artifact show.
Britt and Johnny had enticed me to partake by by bringing along all of my displays from six years of detecting.
I am sorry but I took no pictures of the event.
Day three at the pit seemed like it was going be wipe-out until the ancient multi tool showed up in the sifter.
What first drew my attention was what looked like a natural edge scraper.
After putting on a little over 6600 miles on the truck I can say that pulling your house behind you sucks as far as gas mileage goes.
This recent trip started in New York state at a metal detecting event called Pound the Ground.
I will not bore you with details about the seeded hunt but the natural hunt was fun.
Lots of old buttons, a nice Indian Head penny and surprisingly a sterling spoon from the campsite beach while testing to make sure the detectors worked.
After which I had to warm the old bones by visiting with the beast of the sand pits.
Here he is in his element. Willjo aka Johnny has no quit in him no matter how warm it is.
I call his slice of heaven the chip mine for one very good reason.
You cannot walk anywhere on this property without seeing stone chips, let alone digging and sifting.
The first two days were spent in the pits.
Day one.
Produced a beauty of a Connerly and a used up knife (according to Johnny and his son Britt)
Day two in the pit.
Gave up a sweet Saffron.
A change of pace was in order, and this was a first for me.
I took part in my first knapp in and artifact show.
Britt and Johnny had enticed me to partake by by bringing along all of my displays from six years of detecting.
I am sorry but I took no pictures of the event.
Day three at the pit seemed like it was going be wipe-out until the ancient multi tool showed up in the sifter.
What first drew my attention was what looked like a natural edge scraper.
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