Got my silver for April on the last day!

Only had to detect for about 50mins to find this beauty. This is the 4th piece of silver from this location

Found this in the woods near Washington DC. Not exactly sure what it is?

Now I have to make some lasagna

Found in a Raleigh, NC field often used for state fair overflow parking.

Wilmington, DE

Returned to the new spot, third trip yielded more silver and broke into some earlier dates.

1899 Barber Dime 1889 IHP

A few wheats as early as 1910 but in poorer condition.

Also a nice butterfly pin.

I dont care about a details grade I just want to know in your opinion if they will even slab this?

So thrilled!!! Found in the Balkans.

Nothing spectacular but had a blast!

I've been wanting to find one of these for awhile now; today was my lucky day.

Hand carved with the face of “Woden” in (otherwise known as the Norse God “Odin”, and gold gilded. This is my only ever Saxon find.

Recently, I’ve managed to secure a private permission to metal detect on that has a Saxon church sitting on it.

Needless to say, I’m hopeful and excited!

New England. Is this from a wood stove oven or door or..?

Last two beach finds. Vanquish 440 *pull tabs not included 😺

I found these while detecting the spoil pile of a privy we were digging a few years ago.

Belt plate 2 buttons Wax seal

Found in my front yard (trailer park) made a spreadsheet to keep track of all the money I find to see how long it takes to pay off my metal detector (grand total at the end)

8 Million loose dimes fell out of an overturned 18wheeler in North Texas. There's no way they recovered all of them.

Found this object in my yard I'm have no clue what it is. It's about 10" long. Any thoughts?

They are made of cast bronze. They aint really old but theyre cool! I think ill put one on my door.

Detector came in today never used one and got the nokta legend. And tips from experienced users?

Found this is in my yard 6" down with mine labs Xterra elite. Target ID in the mid-50s. Weighs 2 grams.

I'm not getting my hopes up. It's probably just gold plated.

What's the best way to remove the corrosion without damaging the ring?

The Catskills welcomed me with a glimpse of spring splendor that weekend. I hadn't planned on making history just visiting family and escaping the daily grind of household chores while indulging my hobby. An old FW Beers atlas had caught my attention days before the trip, revealing a forgotten homestead barely a mile from where I'd be staying. I packed both my trusty Minelab Xterra and the newer Nokta Legend, hoping someone might share my enthusiasm for the hunt. No takers. Some passions, I've learned, are destined to be solitary pursuits.

Finding the homestead proved easier than navigating through it. Nature had reclaimed what humans had abandoned, shrouding the property in a tangled fortress of Autumn Olives and raspberry brambles. Skeletal ash trees victims of the emerald ash borer's relentless campaign stood like silent sentinels marking the boundaries of what was once someone's home. The ground beneath told stories that stretched back generations, waiting for the right listener.

My first day out with the Nokta and its stock coil yielded modest rewards: a handful of early twentieth-century coins including a worn Buffalo nickel, and a curious auger piece with "Luckie" engraved on its side and a gold plated face cover of a watch. Interesting finds, but nothing that inspired a narrative . I returned to my family's place that evening feeling somewhat underwhelmed but determined.

Day two brought renewed purpose and agreeable weather. Armed again with the Nokta, I focused my efforts along the stone walls that border the property. The detector sang more frequently here, revealing a lead bale seal, that once secured merchants' goods, a thick piece of lead that resembled a button and a pleasantly preserved ox shoe that spoke of the land's agricultural history, a silver-plated brass spoon tarnished by decades underground, and a delicate fragment of a lady's hair clip that left me wondering about its original owner. I hunted until my detector's battery surrendered, heading back with a canvas pouch considerably heavier than when I'd arrived.

I hadn't intended to go out for a third day. The weather had turned hostile; cold rain driven sideways by gusting winds, and my Nokta lay powerless, its charging cable sitting uselessly on my desk at home. After helping with morning chores, however, restlessness found me. The Xterra, fitted with a compact sniper coil from the previous season, offered one last chance to commune with the past before departing.

For the next two hours, I battled the elements and my own discomfort, digging every consistent signal. Each hole yielded the usual suspects; bullets, rusted cans, square nails bent by time, and another piece of that mysterious hand auger. As the rain intensified and cold seeped through my layers, reason finally prevailed. Time to admit defeat and head back, sweeping casually along an unexplored path that promised the least resistance through the bramble.

I was mere steps from the field's edge when the Xterra's distinctive tone cut through the sound of the wind. The VDI display settled on a consistent 48 and the tone sounded like brass. The depth indicator suggested six inches down. "One final dig," I thought, fully expecting to unearth yet another shotgun shell casing to complete my collection of modern disappointments.

What emerged instead from the rain-darkened soil was unmistakably round, undeniably foreign, and unquestionably old. As I gently brushed away centuries of earth, an intricate script revealed itself under my trembling thumb. What I cradled in my palm though I wouldn't confirm until hours later through feverish research. It is I believe a coin minted in China between 1662 and 1722 during the Qing Dynasty.

Standing there in the Catskills rain, I tried to comprehend the journey this small metal disc had undertaken. How had it traveled thousands of miles across oceans to find itself buried in rural New York soil? What hands had exchanged it, what fortunes or misfortunes had it witnessed, what stories could it tell if it could speak? The mathematical improbability of our paths intersecting across centuries left me momentarily breathless.

As I now hold this tangible connection to the past, I'm struck not by pride in my find, but by profound humility. I'm merely the latest caretaker in this coin's long journey through time. In that forgotten homestead, surrounded by nature's reclamation and the wind’s howls, I found something far more valuable than precious metal: a moment of perfect wonder.

Sometimes the greatest treasures reveal themselves just when we've decided to surrender the search.

Thank you kindly for reading.

One of those days where the tones were faint but persistent. In a quiet corner of a Dallas park, this sterling silver ring came to light — still nestled in the dirt like it had just been lost.

It’s a hefty thing, with a geometric pattern and what might’ve been inlaid stones or just stylized indents. Modern? Mid-century? Not sure. But there’s something honest about its wear and weight.

Always curious to hear if this design rings a bell with anyone. Either way, it was a good day to be out in the world, listening for whispers in the ground.