I wasn't really sure where I wanted to go on day two of the Exclesior hunt, so I asked my friend Barry (who fortuitously parked beside us) and he kindly offered to show me a spot he had been digging relics the day before. We headed off, and I got another earful of ethereal song that is the GPX. This spot, like much of the farm, had been hunted hard, but I still managed a few keepers. The first good target was an 1863 Indian Head penny, followed by a gilted eagle I cuff button and an Enfield bullet within a foot of one another. One more squished eagle I coat button rounded out the morning, and I headed back to the HQ for lunch. Along the way I got a beautiful tone right in the path to the back fields, which turned out to be pulled swage-base three ringer.
After lunch I swapped the Commander coil for the stock coil with Keith and headed back out to the field. I headed to a spot where my friend Phil was hunkered down, and we had found some relics at the last Excelsior hunt. He was finding a few things, but I wasn't having much luck until I hit on a bullet signal along the edge of the field. I dug ... and dug ... and couldn't believe how deep I found the three ring bullet in the bottom of the hole! In good detecting form, I checked my hole and realized why the machine was able to pick it up so far down - there was another target still under the earth. I quickly pulled out another three ringer, and checked the hole. Another signal.
I called over Phil, who offered to help with scanning the hole while I was detecting. Two bullets became four, and then six. Spreading out from the main target, I eventually found a total of 12 three ring Minie balls before deciding the great big hole was hunted out. I sat for a while to rest and eat (digging such a large hole at depth was hard work!), and finally strapped in to the detector to move on. No sooner had I turned on the machine then I got another deep bullet signal, just to the side of our previous excavation. Down and down and down I went again, following the trail of tones to yet more bullets. The final tally from the 6 foot or so area was a whopping 28 bullets! The deepest of them was down well past my elbow - now THAT's a deep bullet!
Chasing down these deep relics took up a good bit of the afternoon and most of my energy. While I did do some detecting afterwards, I admit I did a good bit of socializing as well. But that's part of the beauty of DIV hunts. I love being able to connect with people equally passionate (crazy?) about this great hobby.
Who knows what tomorrow has in store? Good luck, fellow diggers! See you tomorrow!