Just a ’62 rosie this morning, but we’ll take it. This, from a new site for me, a school from the 40s or 50s. Got it within the first 15 minutes of hunting, which seemed like a good sign, but the site was otherwise dead. Just 4 clad coins, and no wheaties or other good tells. Site is huge, but the ground is rocky and hard (despite a bit of recent rain), so I may table it for a while (but, since it is a school, will only be able to hunt it in the summer, so we’ll see).
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Got out for about 2.5 hours this morning, to a 50s park I was hitting early in the year, and hit a couple of weeks ago, and was skunked. It was a six silver site (now 7), and I just wanted one final hunt to clean up some loose edges, and mark it “closed” in the db, and I also wanted a site with very few targets to minimize the stress on my knees and feet.
Its still dead, but I did muster a 1929 merc and a 1920 wheatie, and just 4 clads. One of the clads was a zincoln at 7 inches. Are you kidding me? It was in with a dime, and it sounded like a 12-38. Since I found a copper at this park, I figured why not dig it? Boy I was pissed.
The merc was right on the edge of the site about a foot into the woods in some tall grass. Only 3 inches deep, and came in as a 12-44. Sounded good tho, tho I really expected to be a penny. I was quite surprised.
So, we have a zincoln at 7 inches, and a merc at 3 inches. Coins usually sink further in the sunny, grassy area, than the wooded areas.
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Ok, this one ain’t gonna end well, but lets roll it.
Yesterday went back to the sparse site which produced the smooth ’29 merc the other day to try to close it out, by working an out of the box field section (and, in a future entry, I’ll explain why this section is uniquely out of the box, and likely not previously detected hard, but that ain’t happening tonite).
Bottom line, dropped more clad and wheaties on a run rate basis than anywhere previously in the primary section of the site, and, further, got a nice deep 12-43 which I figured could end well as an exotic silver or copper, and spent 20 minutes hacking at it, and by the time I was done, it was so deep I was speaking Chinese when I recovered it (which, of course, is easier to do than learn Euskara, which, my really old loyal readers know, I can both read and write, but not speak, but more on that later).
And, what the eff was it? A goddamn 8.5 inch long copper spoon. Whohoo. Here it is –
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Its been a while, so alot goin’ on. Today was the first hunt since 7/12. That’s a long time to be away from my second favorite hobby.
First, about the marathon I was training for, and gave up detecting for in light of injuries. I finished. Woohoo. 4:18 or so, not bad as these things go, for someone like me, who takes on too many calories from fine food and Victory beer. Middle of the pack in age group, and top 43% or so overall, I think. My goal was to survive, and I did that. I was gonna write up a nice long entry about the experience (and when you are running 26 miles, you have plenty of time to compose such in your mind), but I have neither the skill to write what it is like to run a marathon, and I don’t suspect a metal detecting blog is the best place to do so in any case. All I can say is that it is hard, and I have total respect for anyone who can get thru such a race, especially the bone chilling times some people put up in these things. Are you kidding me?
Of course, I did it with injuries. As for my “stress fracture”, written about in the previous entry, turns out that it is something called a Morton’s neuroma (which, BTW, was neither clinically cataloged by Morton, nor is it a neuroma, so it wins the medical misnomer award for the day). It is basically an inflamed nerve in the foot, and can be quite a nasty injury, if not contained. Just shows, as I said in the last entry, never do medicine on yourself (tho it turns out the non-medicinal interventions I effected are consistent with the non-medical interventions indicated for this condition. Turns out medical interventions are also indicated, and I don’t do drugs (except Victory beer and cortisone shots), so we’ll see if one or the other gets me thru it. If not, its surgery or live with it. Yikes. I do think my case of this injury is contained, however. We’ll see.
To make matters worse, I pulled a hamstring at mile 13 in the marathon. It hurt thru mile 15. I massaged it (while running, which is hard, BTW), and it seemed to go away, and I never thought about it again. Until I tried to run on Wed, and it was clear it was pulled. How I finished a marathon from 15 with it on no pain is a mystery to me. Call it will, denial, and stupidity, I guess. Anyway, my favorite hobby, which is running, is threatened by 2 injuries. Muscle pulls generally heal quickly for me. The neuroma spooks me. When my number one hobby is threatened, I get pretty far in the dumps. Coupled with the “post marathon blues”, as they call it, I have not felt like metal detecting much, even after the race; nevermind the fact that I was physically unable to for a few days.
Maybe I should actually write about silver and metal detecting. No thanks. I’m still on the sorry horse. I hate being hamstrung (literally), by injuries, so I whine, and when running is threatened, I whine even more. Good thing I sent those prospective sponsors packing.
I just have to write about Facebook now. I like Facebook. I think it is an incredibly well-done program. Brilliant. But it sucks when you work so hard to train for and finish a marathon, (which, BTW, is much harder than finding silver coins at the rate many do), and get a few Facebook comments and likes (which are great, don’t get me wrong), but also get mountains of political and religious comments in your Facebook from so-called “friends”. Who are these people? and why to they get to proselytize (damn, almost got that one for the first time without looking in the spell checker; its a tough one, missed it by one letter this time), and why to they need to proselytize (nailed it that time) their bullshit in my Facebook, yet not comment on my marathon? Are these people actually “Friends”? Who knows? And, BTW, they are wrong (and I respond with fact and logic in the hopes that they will go away, but it only gets worse, and I have to wear out the “unfriend” button on these morons).
I ain’t gonna proselytize my views on those subjects here, but I can, cause I’m an unsponsored blog. All I can say is that if you want to thump left, thump right, thump your bible, thump your atheism, thump your gay, thump your homophobia, thump your guns, thump your gun ban, get your own blog. Don’t bother me on my Facebook, cause I’m smarter than you, and have an answer to each of these issues (and many more) which is guided by fact, logic, science, and common sense (the latter being the most important (aside from …)). And, I didn’t even mention my profession, the Dismal Science, which is even more most important. (Oh, and BTW, if you are reading this, and not my Facebook friend, feel free to friend me. Could be an interesting experience. Just don’t thump your this or your that
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