The tides and the weather have not been in my favor lately.
So there was only a short window to get onto the beach this past Thursday.
And as you can see there was not much to find.
I was hoping that these two coins might be silver.
But that didn't happen.
To give you an idea of how badly copper rots in saltwater, these are those same two pennies.
Together they are not equal to half the thickness of a normal penny.
Brass and gold are the only things that stand up to saltwater.
Like this Hope Bros buckle.
Since the beach was basically a no go land was to only option.
On Thursday afternoon while that brass was tumbling a baseball diamond was calling my name.
While there, two parks workers ignored me and a third stopped by to chat and ask how I was doing.
Not long after that a fourth worker was driving by and spotted me.
He stopped his truck in the middle of the road and came out onto the field to give me $hit.
That went over like a lead balloon with me. I have caved into these park Nazis for too long.
Instead of leaving this time I told him that I would leave when I was done.
I showed him the trash that I was removing from the park and he walked away shaking his head.
This is from Thursday and Friday.
In most areas around here surface hunting is about the only thing that I can do at the moment.
Our regular summer drought is upon us now, there has been no rain here since late May.
That is why I turn my sensitivity down and just look for modern coins.
However when the opportunity comes along and I find some moist ground, well I just can't resist looking a little deeper.
They are not as old as I would like but I'm not complaining.
The 68 is clad.
So there was only a short window to get onto the beach this past Thursday.
And as you can see there was not much to find.
I was hoping that these two coins might be silver.
But that didn't happen.
To give you an idea of how badly copper rots in saltwater, these are those same two pennies.
Together they are not equal to half the thickness of a normal penny.
Brass and gold are the only things that stand up to saltwater.
Like this Hope Bros buckle.
Since the beach was basically a no go land was to only option.
On Thursday afternoon while that brass was tumbling a baseball diamond was calling my name.
While there, two parks workers ignored me and a third stopped by to chat and ask how I was doing.
Not long after that a fourth worker was driving by and spotted me.
He stopped his truck in the middle of the road and came out onto the field to give me $hit.
That went over like a lead balloon with me. I have caved into these park Nazis for too long.
Instead of leaving this time I told him that I would leave when I was done.
I showed him the trash that I was removing from the park and he walked away shaking his head.
This is from Thursday and Friday.
In most areas around here surface hunting is about the only thing that I can do at the moment.
Our regular summer drought is upon us now, there has been no rain here since late May.
That is why I turn my sensitivity down and just look for modern coins.
However when the opportunity comes along and I find some moist ground, well I just can't resist looking a little deeper.
They are not as old as I would like but I'm not complaining.
The 68 is clad.
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