My best "found coinage" story doesn't involve finding a penny:
I was prospecting for gold in Colorado, alongside Clear Creek by Hwy 6. I was a bit off the beaten path, I thought. I found a sweet looking spot behind a huge boulder on the inside of a stream curve, a bit higher up on the bank, where extreme flooding would flow. I was digging up under the backwash side of that boulder & feeding my sluice. As I was sweeping the riffles, I spotted a blackened round shape behind the first riffle. I knew it had to be a coin and even though it wasn't gold, I just KNEW it had to be silver. My mouth went dry. My heart rate jumped. I knew because it was pounding audibly in my temples. My hand shook as I reached in to retrieve my prize........
A 1967 P Nickle.
I still have it.
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