Background. This happened in 2014. Autumn. It rained all week and stopped just before the weekend. We went for mushrooms. We got lost. The car is a blaster. Somehow we emerged from the forest road onto a sandy road (the military had built a shortcut through the forest). There is no map, there are no forest roads in the navigator. I figured out where to go and went. After four hours of wandering, by some miracle, I reached the village through some sandy cut. We jumped for joy like children; we didn’t want to spend the night in the forest. From the place where we entered the forest and left it was 25 km.
Bought MD in 2015, but because… new to this business, a godsend. I don’t understand the maps, I don’t know the places.
Now this is the story itself. We have a comrade who shoots videos of his trips and finds. When I watch his video, I first rewind 3-4 minutes, film the area from the car and tell him something (the weather, whether he was here or not, what finds), in general, boredom. And it’s just the beginning of May, the beginning of the season, Saturday, I don’t know where to go. I watched this video and envied the finds (early Soviets, tsars, silver) and the finds in the plowed field, it’s just wonderful to dig. A tractor is plowing in the background. Well, I decided to start looking at something. I watch the video and see this oil painting! The comrade passes this sandy cut through which I left the forest in 2014. Naturally my eyes lit up.
I flew to this place, I remember the road well, I felt like I needed to go explore. Comrade in the video said that the tractor driver was plowing in his direction, he figured that he might plow and I wouldn’t find this field. I arrived, and they really did plow it within 24 hours. There is not much left, the collective farmers are lying on the grass, resting. Well, I think somehow we need to find out where we were digging. I came up, said hello and said that yesterday a guy walked here and lost his phone, asked me to go look for him. They tell me that they have already plowed there and point with their finger where he went. I didn’t start digging in front of them, I thought they would drive me away from the plowed land. I’m sitting in the car, drinking tea, thinking about what to do. I remembered the video, visually figured out where the comrade was digging, where the tractor was and where it is now. They’ll plow it in a day, I thought, and went home. Based on the mileage, I noticed that it was 80 km to the house. Well, nothing can be done, the law is about a cop, witnesses, I was afraid.
The next day I arrive with my wife. There is no one, grace. I walk, dig, and rejoice at what I find. Signal, I’m digging, 5k 1924. Oh, cool, I’m putting it in my pocket. There is a signal again in this hole. I aimed it, rummaged around with my hands, again 5k 1924. Well, I just blossomed with happiness. I check, there is a signal again. I fumble with my hands, take out a leather jacket with coins printed on it and understand that this is a WALLET! I yell at my wife and she runs with her phone to take a video. There was another 5k 1924 and 3k 1924. Those who held such coins in their hands will understand that it’s nice to hold such large coins, even though there are only 4 of them. Emotions went wild, I was excitedly telling my wife how I dug the first two. I really wanted to scream AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
This is how my mushroom picking trip came back to haunt me, friends. In the photo is the same leather jacket with prints of coins and the coins themselves.
In another photo, the day’s finds from this field. 
Sent by Denis15061981
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