TLDR: A routine morning was interrupted by four piles of black bear scat. After a hasty retreat and a long, stumbling walk, a high, steady tone beside a rotted tree led to a live dig and a 1787 Connecticut copper.
I was recently visiting a site that had proved to be quite active in the late 1770s, based on the dates of some of the artifacts I had found there before. These included a small knee buckle, a shoe buckle chafe, a rat-tail spoon bowl that was partially filled with melted lead and more.
After a brisk morning hike into the site, I started setting up my equipment. As I was setting up my detector, something caught my eye. A movement in the thick spruces to my left. At first I dismissed it as a rambunctious squirrel, but something wasn't sitting right with casual observation. Being a curious kind of person, I decided to investigate.
I left my gear and navigated through the blowdowns to the spot where I thought I had seen the movement. It took only a second before I saw the scat. I had seen black bear scat before, but I cannot recall ever seeing four distinct piles of it within ten feet of each other. This scene had the telltale signs of a mother and her cubs, sometimes referred to as a sleuth. It was time to leave.
Understanding that discretion is the better part of valor, I quietly started to back away towards my gear. I did not know where the bears were and I hoped never to learn.
As soon as my stuff was in reach, I started to pack up. I threw everything in my pack except my headphones, shovel and detector. I hefted the now very disorganized pack and made a hasty exit to a more open section of woods where I would have a better view of my surroundings. I wanted to put some distance between myself and the sleuth.
After a thirty minute power walk, or stumble, and passing over a number of hills, I concluded that the bears and I now had enough space to properly ignore each other. I turned my gear on and started swinging.
At first there wasn't much. But then something magical happened: a beautiful, high, consistent tone, with a VDI reading around 36 on the Nokta Legend, next to an upturned, rotted tree along the embankment. The target was hidden somewhere beneath it. I made a plan and started recording the live dig of this 1787 Connecticut copper.
The dark green patina was clearly visible through the dirt. I could make out just the faintest outline, perhaps a bust. For a brief moment, I forgot about the bears and the woods around me. All I could do was focus on this coin.
It then occurred to me just how bizarre the series of events that led me to this discovery had been. If the bears had not driven me out of my original spot, I never would have been here to find this coin.
The coin was a fascinating discovery and the only dig worth mentioning. But man, an old coin and a bear encounter, what a way to spend a day. Yay metal detecting. Thanks for getting me out there.
Thank you kindly for reading.