Day three of my temporarily unemployed detecting bender.
280km all up today starting in a lake on the other side of the island at dawn for less than buggerall. Although not entirely unexpected given the lateness of the season and the popularity of the site, with many signs of previous digs going back a few months. SAR tracking experience is invaluable for aging sign
From 0600 to 0830 I scanned the benthic strata for goodies - but nowt other than a few small lead sinkers and pop-tops and crown caps.
Disheartened with no meaningful signals and thoroughly chilled by the fresh SWer, I change dinto civvies and switched to terra firma and coin shooting.
This turned out to be lucrative with $45 in goldies, and a run in with a DOC ranger who was staunch anti detectorists, having given a guy with a spade his marching orders just a few days ago.
Some careful dialogue allowed me to continue with him in tow for 15 minutes, describing what I was about to probably dig and the depth. Several judicious surgically-extracted sacrificial wine screwcaps and pull tabs later I got a hand on the shoulder, “You’re all good mate, just keep it clean. Good luck”. (I later came across some of the damage, 1ft square spade holes with the divot lying on the ground beside them - how hard is it to, at a minimum, sweep the plug back into the hole? )
I further cemented the relationship with a courtesy call to the site office to thank them and advise of the tally of crap removed from the site (including mower-shredded cans in the grass). Left on good terms.
Drove two and a half hours home past many showgrounds and derelict schools - Was over it after 6 Hrs and 4 Hrs drive.
And after a clean and sort. Casing is a 1944 Mk7 CAC, ring is a $2 bling.