Sunday Steve and I drove down to Oklahoma at the invitation of our friend lawdog1. Lawdog has permission to hunt a bunch of old homestead sites and twice now, he has graciously invited us to go down there and detect.
For me, hunting farm fields is a totally cool experience. I am a park hunter. Park hunting nowadays is not for the faint of heart. We park hunters contend with trash densities not known to pasture hunters, private property hunters, or beach hunters. For a die-hard park hunter like me, hunting farm fields is like cutting through warm butter with a hot knife. Additionally, having friends to hunt with just makes the whole thing even better.
At the end of the day, I managed to find a 1943 Merc, an Oklahoma tax token, and the handle of a spoon that once belonged to lawdog’s great-grandparents; how cool is that? Many shot shells were found, and wheats, and other cool pieces from years gone by.
The real treasures of course, are the moments shared with good friends. Steve brought his 8 year old son (C). I was very impressed with C’s stamina and determination. C found a couple of shot shells of which he was very proud. We also enjoyed a beautiful blue sky that seemed to touch the earth all around us.
Before we left Oklahoma, we stopped and ate some burgers and fries. A good ending.
Thank you for stopping by.
The Dirt Is Good To Me 
It was a great time!
I enjoyed it and wish you could have stayed longer. Sorry you didn’t find more, but such is OK farm field hunting.