…with detector, of course.
July is here and that means one thing: our family’s bi-annual assault on south Alabama. We’re talking seven hours to make a five hour drive. Living the dream, I tell ya. All to visit for a few days with Mamma ‘nem.

Of course that means good detecting grounds. There are a few places here that I hit every visit, and every time something decent pops out of Mother Earth.

This time was no different.

I was raging with some Typhoid Cabin Fever of the Swine variety and had to get out for a little while. Plans were made to get up nice and early and spend a couple of hours getting my hands dirty. By 8 am (yes, early for me) I was at the first site.

• Site A: The old park under renovation.

On paper this was the perfect detecting spot. This was an old park in the middle of town, old buildings adjoining. Dirt was being moved, so it was easy access to dirt that would normally be about 6 inches deep. Paper was one thing, but finds were squat. After loading a couple memorial pennies in my pocket I decided to move one.

• Site B: The old school that has always done well.

Big grassy yard with old shade trees. Bing!
I’ve done well here before, from wheaties, mercs, even a military button (WWII era). Some quick tech info – F70, SL mode, 90 sens, discrim just above foil. Onward…
I tell ya, the way this hunt started I thought I was in detecting heaven. Must have been swinging all of 10 minutes when I get a nice solid nickel signal, about 4 inches deep. This was a SOLID signal with no bouncing to tab. Had to be a nick.
Dug a little plug in the St. Augustine grass, and there in the sand it was. Shiny little bugger, more than a normal nickel. Yep, a war nickel.

A nice silver Roosevelt dime. Sure, a merc or heck, a Barber would have been sweet, but I wasn’t going to put it back in the dirt.

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