Shoved my trowel into a muddy field in Dorset and hit a Roman coin nobody logged
Last Thursday I was digging a test pit behind a farmhouse near Dorchester and pulled up a silver denarius 8 inches down, and after 4 seasons of nothing but bottle caps and rusty nails I finally get why my old field school instructor kept saying the good stuff shows up when you quit expecting it, so what's the longest dry spell you've ever pushed through before something finally turned up?