The Day After Thanksgiving Sales - NOT!

I got up early today and went to Lowes so I could do some quick things on the house remodel, but by 11:30 I was off hunting. Indiana was already out at the spot that should not be, and he had already been there for over an hour when I got there. There were 5 other people digging at other points around the pond, so I felt like I was hunting in public! Since this was a new pond and I didn't know about the quality of the layer anywhere around the pond, I just arbitrarily chose a spot and sat down. The bottom of the pond was ashley marl. Sitting atop of that at a depth of 2 to 5 feet was a beautiful dark brown to orange Chandler Bridge. Right on top of that was the thick gravel of the Hawthorne formation that averaged about a foot thick. The bottom inch or so of it was even mixed with the CB. The spot I sat down first actually had two seemingly different members of the Hawthorne - the bottom was a thick gravel deposit, then some sand, then a greenish blue sandy clay with white gravel and bones in it. That stuff is the best because its where I find the white megalodon teeth. I dug for about an hour and didn't even find a single tooth, and I decided that I didn't want to leave empty handed, so I moved to the opposite side of the pond near Indiana. 10 minutes later, I had done the unthinkable - I had broken a tooth by hitting it with my shovel. As I was shoveling through the bottom of the Hawthorne formation, I accidentally struck a previously flawless 2 inch angustidens with some of the prettiest colors I've ever seen. It was devastating, but there is little I can do to reverse it. Fossils in that layer are SO brittle. I continued on and about 30 minutes later I found a nice echeri fully exposed on the bank that had been walked past countless times. It didn't make up for the break, but it softened the blow a lot because transitional great whites are almost unheard of in South Carolina. A little while later while I was digging in the Chandler, I exposed a beauty of an angustidens without hitting it with my shovel. I got it out intact, luckily. My confidence was totally shaken by the mishap. Its hard to avoid breaking stuff from time to time when you use a shovel to go through the layer, though. About that time, the wind started to pick up and clouds started rolling in fast. Not 20 minutes later, the rain was falling as quickly as the temperature. It got to the mid 50s and the winds were like 25 - 30 miles per hour. With the rain, it quickly became miserable. I had a raincoat to absorb most of the impact. Poor Indiana was soaked in his short sleeved shirt. Even though he was shivering, he was still looking for teeth. Now there's a guy who likes to hunt teeth, I thought. We gave up the shovel to walk the fields instead, but that was a pretty much worthless endeavor. They were BARREN! About 5 we decided to call it a day and went home. I had two awesome teeth to show for the day, though, so it was totally worth it. Tomorrow, I'll go back to the same spot. There has to be a meg there somewhere!