And to tell you the truth even I get tired of chasing pennies.
Yes I really do.
111 of the little suckers on Saturday.
And not one keeper in the bunch.
So I headed right back out on Sunday and pulled another 91 of the little boogers.
Why do I do this to myself????????????
Because every once in a while something nice happens.
It's not much but it is the best 1921 small that I have dug. So many deep knees bends on the weekend.
I feel like the Tin Man needing a little oil in the joints right now.
Like I said earlier "every once in a while something nice happens."
I have a feeling that this was almost pristine when it was lost. But the environment and whatever moving the dirt went through left their mark on it.
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