Today started out extremely discouraging (continuation of bad month detectorily speaking). I had just decided the hole I was digging would be my last for the day (hadn’t found bupkis aside from the usual fistful of rusty nails), when things began to turn around. I can’t even remember what the piece of junk was that I found that encouraged me to continue, but I did.
The next hole, I found a brass hinge. Two feet away, I found another–identical, and the pocket watch, and the… thing.
I…