In 1997 I enlisted in the Army as a Cavalry Scout. My training was conducted at Ft. Knox, KY. During our field portion, I was digging a drainage trench around my shelter half, when I struck metal about a foot down. It ended up being a old rusted horse shoe.
It was hell smuggling it out of boot camp, with all the restrictions then, but I still have it today. I like to think it belonged to the horse of yesterdays Cavalry trooper. I still have it and display it proudly for luck.
While hunting Ive never found anything of significant value, but have always wondered how the junk Ive come across has gotten there. Makes for some healthy deep thought.
Ive never found a "pair" of shoes either......
Great thread