I was leading a charmed life! I never found any nails in the wood I rescued. I never needed a metal detector until...
... a magnolia tree had nails and screws (33 of them) buried deep (6") below the bark from decades passed.
I ruined 2 chain saw chains before getting them all. (I was determined to win the battle.)
I'm older and (sometimes) smarter now. I have a metal detector, and I'm more alert for the tell tale "tick" "tick" "tick" that says I've encountered something different in what I'm turning.
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