I wasn't sure about how the day was going to turn out. I couldn't sleep the night before.

So, there we were in the edge of the wood line firing up the detectors and the four of us set off into the woods. Within, no less than 2 minutes Jeff was showing me how the ole Coinmaster works and he gets a signal...a small caliber bullet. Gary was on a bended knee behind us and was pulling up a sharps. Jeff moved on ten yards deeper into the woods and within 45 seconds he yells "3 ringer!", and Mark is down as well digging like a groundhog. I then found a 3 ringer myself. It was off to a great start!

Later that same day...
It was under two big roots. After about 10 minutes, I got fed up and covered the hole and began to walk off. Something inside me said, "just try again". So I got back on a bended knee and within 30 seconds the breast plate flipped over. At first, I didn't recognize it. I thought it was a coke/beer can lid or something. Just about tossed it under frustration. Then I saw the head of the eagle and went into a mild panic. Dizziness set in and I had to take several deep breaths. I then yelled for Jeff. "I've got a breast plate!" and so the day was one that I'll take to the grave.

This is what I think it is:
Eagle round shoulder plate, USA, Regulation 1826
Contractor: W. H. Smith Brooklyn
No stamp in back that I can tell. Saw some small letter...and it's not an NCO.

Eagle Round Shoulder Plate
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