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Calhoun, that's a pretty looking stream. Any fish residing within?

If you find one of the flannel shirt pockets I lost, I suggest that you leave it be!

same goes for a Resistol hat silk liner.....

I love finding stuff. Cool pics.


You can only find this at low tide. An old cart and you can still see some of the posts for the rails in the background. It was a gold mine about 120 years ago.

Bet that was a bit on the slick side!

But when it's all you got..........

Timbermaster, that's cool!

Steelhead, love the mining cart. Just found out that supposedly silver was found on my creek back in the 1880's.. I'm not gonna start digging or planning an early retirement tho.

AussieLad, minnows, frogs, very occasional a lost carp from downstream and in a couple of deeper pools (all of about 12' wide) there are some small 4"-6" fish that I've never gotten a good look at. Nothing catchable, unfortunately. Not uncommon to kick up mallards, wood ducks or great blue herons off of it. Oh yeah, got leeches too. Only place in Nebraska I've ever had a leech latch onto me.

I use to enjoy hunting a lot in Minnesota, hunting areas that had once been farms long ago... you would find all sorts of old stuff left over from that farm's earlier days...

one the creeks and in the woods here in S. Oregon, I come across old mining stuff and also old logging stuff...

not unusual to find a bunch of old piles of tin can stuff, food, oil, kerosene.....

I like the old license plates, but then I've collected those things thru the years...

some of these old farms in Minnesota, you find rusted out old cars and trucks, which were pretty cool...on what had been a farm once upon a time...

in my travels I love to drive the old US routes when they are either available or you can figure out where they go...

on the trip east, I took old US 30 most of the way from Cheyenne across most of Nebraska..... back west bound 7 weeks later across So Dakota, I took a lot of old US 16.. which is decommissioned when they put in I 90 back in the 60s....but old US 16 runs pretty much right next to it...

amazing what you can see and find in many of those old small towns...

just love history and things of times past...


like the old jokes about down south...

I was mowing the back yard first time in years and found Grandpa's 37 Chevy Truck.... and out in the front yard mowing I found my dad's 48 Ford Sedan...

Friend of mine that I work with found an old car on some farmland they have in central Nebraska. So far all they've been able to see of it is the rear bumper, the rest is buried (!). His project for next year is to dig it up.

I also remember back in the 80's my dad leading me to a fallen down shed on some land we were hunting. It had an old 30's roadster of some type I've forgotten lying under the wood roof and the paint still looked really good. He was chomping at the bit to get permission to haul it out but the owner wouldn't allow it. My dad eventually ended up buying a 1940 Ford coupe out of a guy's field and restoring it.

Does "your hunting land" mean the same as YOUR land?

If not, then.... maybe you should ask the landowner.

Otherwise, carry-on.

The only place I've ever taken anything from is my land - which is also my hunting land. Before that my inlaws owned it for 40 years. 30 acres of heavenly creek bottom in the Sandhills of Nebraska - not much, but enough.

If you went to the old farmstead across the fence from my grandpa Cook's old place, you'd find all kinds of neat stuff from the old farm that was located there. That doesn't include the old stuff on Grandpa Cook's place, either. He was Mom's dad.

Dad eventually bought his father's place, and we'd find all kinds of neat stuff there when I was a kid there, too.

Grandpa had sold his place to move to Johnson County KS, where he bought an old dairy farm, which had been a junkyard during WWII, apparently the Olathe Naval Air Station dumped a helluva lot of old flatware there after the war. We found a heckuva lot of old spoons and forks out in Grandpa's hog lot, marked USN. The old pedal cars stored in one of the sheds there would bring big bucks nowadays, according to the auto auction shows on TV. The old garden plow (hand-pushed, one-bottom) was used by Grandpa Asher to plow the garden he and Grandma always put in. Grandpa Asher was born in 1901, he saw a LOT of changes during his life, and mostly stuck to the old stuff himself. Never saw a man who worked so hard to accomplish so little.

Nowadays, if you find that kind of stuff, you take it on "Antiques Roadshow" and wax poetic about how neat and wonderful it is, but in the mid '60s, it was old junk, in the way.

I found an old guy looking back at me in the mirror this morning.

Don't Choot'em!

For Pete's sake, not yer good hat liner? Damn...

I found an old name, or an old piece of history if you like.

When my first son was born I was trying to figure out what to name him. Both my Grandfathers went by their first two initials. My maternal Grandfather was B.W.

Not knowing what his actual name was I asked my aunt (his daughter)

Grandaddy's name was Ballard Waggoner. Sheesh, I thinks, won't be naming the kid that. Then she told me where it came from. In 1881 my great grands were on their way from Kentucky to Tennessee in a covered wagon. When great grandma went into labor they stopped at the next farm they came to and were of course welcomed in and my Grandfather was born there. This was in Ballard County Kentucky, and the farm families name was Waggoner. Grandaddy died in 1962 at age 81.

I'm lucky to find the stuff I lose. I found a case sodbuster jr. once.

Momma always told me "you couldn't find your butt with both hands!"