Day Seven

We returned to the farm where we had our night hunt but this time we are across the road in a field that was being rolled two days ago. Don and I stayed in the huge front field while the other three crossed the five foot deep ditch into the back field. Right off the bat, Don dug a beautiful GOLD monogramed cuff link. Late in the afternoon, I had been digging plenty of greenies and buttons and junk, when I went to join Don who was resting his back. I left my gear with him and went off to find an appropriate place to answer nature's call. All the trees were on the other side of that darn 5' ditch, but there was a small corn field that would work fine. I worked my way back into the corn for a bit of privacy and suddenly there was a symphony of dogs howling. It got louder as they got closer. Then I heard horns being blown and more loud noises which seemed to be getting closer. It was a fox hunt and they were headed my way! I had visions of being surrounded by a pack of hounds with horses and riders in hot pursuit and here I am, in the middle of a corn patch, not quite ready to receive guests. I pulled myself together and hustled back to where Don was waiting with my detector. We both wondered if we were about to see a fox hunt up close and personal. Twenty minutes later, it was all over. Clarence and Marilynn had seen the pack of about 30 horses and riders from their viewpoint in the upper field. It was a pretty exciting end to our week of detecting in England. The finds weren't too bad, either. Clarence found a 1817 silver George III coin and I found one of the same. Marilynn found a Medieval lead token, Mindy a 1500's ornate crotal bell complete with dinger. We all had the usual greenies, buttons and "old stuff". It was a good day.