Numero Uno. Right by the old trashcan where everyone used to park. Was the day before deer season, several years ago. Predawn light. Stuck the shovel in the bank of an old hole and out it popped. I thought it was an oak leaf, and booted it across the throw dirt piles. Glad it didn't hurt it. It just skittered across the pile tops like a stone on water!
Thanks Mike. Good stuff still comes outta there is what I hear. I've only been twice myself. First time I found a nice Ensor and a pretty unique silver dollar sized round scraper. Second time I found a broken Williams that woulda been a dandy...
I've only been going since July of last year. Guess I don't remember seeing the old trash can. I'll watch for it next time :)