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Hunting at Castalian Springs
by: Donnie Vaughn
This month we are going up to Castalian Springs, Tennessee in Sumner
County and I'm going to tell you how research, persistence, luck and a
piece of glass lead us to Col. Harlan's elusive camp.
While doing some research and digging on the battlefield at Hartsville,
I kept coming across several references to a Union camp down at Castalian
Springs, 9 miles distant, and I set out to find this camp. I knew the area
in and around Castalian Springs pretty good, having previously deer hunted
for several years up there and I had also dug a few house sites around the
area so I knew a lot of landowners. I thought finding a camp up there would
be easy - boy was I wrong.
The camp was well documented but I could not find that one note
or mention as to exactly where to start. The Castalian Springs area is quite
large roughly running from Bledsoe Creek to Highway 231 east and west from
the east fork of Bledsoe Creek all the way to the Cumberland River from north
to south. So you can see that it is a vast area of several square miles.
But I figured the camp was in close proximity to the Gallatin - Hartsville
Pike, so I decided this would be my starting point-somewhere near the Pike.
The first few trips up there produced nothing and I talked to several
different landowners about the camp, but nobody had plowed up anything
or knew of the camp's where about's. More research was needed. Finally,
I came across a note where, after the Civil War, Mr. Alfred Wynne had filed
a claim against the U.S. Government, because the Union soldiers had damaged
hid farm (burned fence post, etc.) During their occupation. Now I had a
starting point as the old Wynne farm was a well documented location,
so I concluded that if the union soldiers camped on the old Wynne Farm,
then they would be south of the Old Hartsville Pike, as most of his farm
covered the south side of the pike during the Civil War. I then checked
with some of the other diggers and they too had looked for this camp,
but had not had any luck. I didn't want to spend a lot of time looking
for a camp that had already been found. When I thought, I had the right area
"zeroed" in, I ask Ernie Bateman, an old digging friend of mine, to help
locate this elusive camp. So our adventure would begin.
On our first visit I talked to the landowner and found him to
be one of the nicest men I ever met. Full permission was granted to search
his farm anytime, about 400 hundred acres, and full of hills, woods,
springs, ridges, open pastures, etc. The whole place looked good
to me. Not only did we get permission, Mr. Smith (yea another one) told
us that he knew where the camp was and if we would load up in his old farm
truck, he would take us back there and show us where the army camped. After
riding a good half a mile or more through light woods, open pastures,
through a wide creek, and up the side of a long ridge, Mr. Smith finally
came to a stop and said, "Them soldiers camped right here!" "Are you sure?"
I ask. "Yea, I remember them being here." he said, "course I was younger
then." Then he drove off leaving me and Ernie standing there with a blank
look on our faces. Finally old Earn says, "He is either a hell
of a lot older that he looks, or he's crazy." Well it was a nice looking
ridge with water nearby and a few big oak trees scattered down its slopes
and on top, so we decided to hunt it while we were here. Almost immediately
we started digging cartridges, ration cans, buttons, coins, tent parts and
even a dog tag-all from World War II. The farmer had put us in a World War
II maneuver camp.
These camps are quite prevalent throughout Sumner and Wilson Counties
and I've found several while looking for Civil War relics. After an hour or
so digging WWII relics, I was ready to leave this end of the ridge and try
another part of the farm. As I'm walking towards Ernie, he is digging
a hole and yells over to me that he has a Yankee button - not a WWII button
but a real, authentic, genuine Civil War Yankee button. You would have
thought that we had dug a C.S.A. Plate the way we were jumping around. We
now had tangible evidence that at least one soldier was on this ridge so
hopefully the camp would be close by. Further searching produced another
union button and two dropped .58's but nothing else. As far as Civil War
relics, but we knew we were getting close. Before we could get back up there
again, Ernie moved out of town so I kind a put Castalian Springs on the
"back burner" for a while.
Enter Bob Fritts. Bob was a co-worker at Dupont and an old time relic
hunter. So I hooked up with him and we started digging together. We dug many
camps together over a period of time and one day while digging on Fort
Mitchell at Buck Lodge, Tennessee, Bob ask if I had ever looked for the
camps at Castalian Springs? I told him of Ernie and myself finding a few
things over there, but didn't have enough research and no one who would
sacrifice enough time to find the camp. Bob said he would help and that's
all it took. On our first visit, I showed Bob the end of the ridge where
two buttons and two bullets were found but Bob didn't like the "looks" of
this ridge - said we ought to cross the creek because that hill with all
them cedar trees looked a lot better. I still liked the looks of this
ridge and Ernie and I had only checked one slope of it but how could
I argue with Bob? After all, he had dug so many camps and I don't know
how many plates . Before I knew it, Bob was across the creek and over in
the cedar trees and limestone rocks and I hear him "hacking" away trying
to dig targets around those tree roots. I stayed in the open area on the
west side of the creek and skirted the base of the ridge and of course
still digging WWII cartridges. After going just a little ways down the
creek I dug a dropped 3-ringer, then another, then a couple of fired .58's,
then another dropped bullet, so I decided to go up in the woods across
the creek and get old Bob over here again to search. After climbing part
way up the hill I saw Bob digging a hole, removing something, looked at it
for a few seconds and put it in his pocket. "Well, Fritts, dug any bullets
over here?" "Yea, a couple of .69's - found them right at the edge of the
woods and I just dug a Yankee button right here." "Think its a camp?"
"Naw, no nails but it's here somewhere." I told Bob I just dug five
minnie balls over across the creek and I still wanted to check out that
nice long ridge over there. Bob said that he still didn't like the looks
of it and that we ought to go ahead and see what's on top of this hill. We
spread out and started searching up through the woods stopping every few
feet to dig a target. Shotgun shells and WWII relics littered the woods and
we were digging stuff everywhere, when I finally reached the top of the hill.
I had managed to dig four dropped On top of the hill was a fenced off open
pasture and I stopped at an old wood cattle gate to wait on Fritts, thinking
that he was still behind me down in the woods. While taking a break there,
I was thinking that we ought to skirt this hill to the north and take a look
at another hill still further northeast. That's when I noticed it. Looking
down in the well worn cattle path, I noticed a large piece of black glass,
you know the kind of glass that's Civil War era beers, whiskeys and ales came
in. Thick black glass. Now how could a piece of broken Civil War glass end
up on top of this hill, unless it had washed out of the field before me? Getting
my bearings straight with my topo map, I noticed in the far distance the
Old Hartsville Pike, quite visible from this elevation. Could this be the
camp? All of a sudden, from across the fence, I saw old Fritts already out
in the pasture about 100 yards away. He had came up to the top of the hill
a different way and had crossed the fence at the far end of the
pasture. As soon as I got over the gate I made about two steps and dug a
dropped .58 about an inch deep. I hollered to Bob that I had found a minnie
ball and he hollered back that he had just dug a .69 minnie. I believe we
found the camp.
As Bob and I moved out into the large pasture, minnie balls seemed
to be everywhere and they were mostly common .58's. We would dig a bullet take
four or five steps and dig another I realized once again how much fun this
hobby can be when you take time to research and find a place. As we made
our first pass out through the pasture to try and get the perimeters
of the camp I noticed a large depression at the southern end of the field.
At the bottom of this depression there appeared to be an old dried up
spring and all around this old spring we dug minnie balls, Yankee coat
buttons, knap sack hooks, etc. and I dug an 1853 seated quarter. Just above
the spring, upon the flat ground, we were to find our largest concentration
of bullets and buttons. The ground was full of minnie balls and Bob and I
were getting them as fast as we could go. Just at the height of the
excitement I looked around and Bob was gone! Now why would anyone walk
away form all these bullets? Well, that's just the way old Fritts was. You
see, Bob hated to look in open fields and pastures even if he was finding
stuff. He was a "woods hunter." You couldn't hardly keep him out of the
woods. He would always say that everything in the fields had been hit
by plows and disks and sure enough at the far end of the large pasture, I
saw Fritts going through an open gate, heading for a tree covered bottom.
Well, of course I stayed where I was just kept on digging. After two or
three hours my digging pouch was full and I dumped all my finds in
my back pack and started filling my pouch again. Suddenly, I looked up and
there stands Bob. "Fritts, where in the hell did you go?" "I had to check
those woods out." "Well, I've probably dug thirty or more bullets, seven
or eight Union buttons and all kinds of odds and ends since you've been
gone." "Well, I dug about ten .69's over near the far fence row and
about three or four bullets in that little wood line." I got Bob to take
me over where the .69 caliber bullets were dug and started finding some
myself. Once again, Bob is gone. Says he is going to check another
wooded hill in the far off distance. Once again, the old dirt digger
stays right where he is and is still digging bullets, but no plates - yet.
Late in the evening I see the "little round man" (Bob) making his way to
where I'm digging. "Finding anything?" "Not much, but I did hit a picket
post in an old corn field up on that far ridge." I looked to where Bob
pointed and I saw the place where he was talking about, a good half mile
away. Walking out that evening, I dug four or five minnie balls at the
base of the long ridge back across the creek and once again told Fritts
that we ought to check it next time. And of course, Bob still didn't like
the "looks" of it. Too open, too much World War II stuff.
On our next trip we parked at a different place, over near the long
ridge, and dug a few bullets on some flat ground at the ridge's base. We
crossed the creek, dug a few more and went to the top of the hill and
looked where we had dug before, but this time we didn't find too much.
After an all day hunt - me hunting the open ground and Bob hunting mostly
wooded areas; we only had forty or fifty bullets and five or six buttons
and still no plates. After this hunt Bob wanted to start on some new places
because of the lack of buckles, open pastures and the camp wasn't
concentrated - too scattered. But I wanted to stay with it a while longer
so I started hunting up there with a different partner or should I say
partners. Roger Rochelle, David Curtis and my son Jon, who was getting
big enough to start hunting on his own. This group made many trips together
and we came out with some impressive finds. Our first trip up there, we
hunted the long ridge that Bob didn't care about looking on, and found
bullets scattered all around it's top and slopes, along with all kinds of
W.W.II stuff. Over a period of time, we determined that the camps were truly
scattered over a large area and in order to find anything we would have
to hunt slow and dig a lot of World War II relics and shot gun shells. One
day, while hunting on the long ridge, I got a small "blip" in my headphones
that didn't sound all that good but I dug it anyway. At a depth of about
two inches, I uncovered a little brass disc about the size of a dime,
only paper thin. Carefully rubbing the dirt off it, I could make out a lot
of words but could not read it because it was so small. David came up and
ask me what I found so I handed him the small token and David reads it and
hands it back. "What's it say?", I ask. "You lucky so in so.", declares
David. "Well, what's it say?" "It's a sutler's token, dang it. It's good
for five cents in goods at D.J. Churchs-sutler-105 reg. O.V.I." The 105th
Regiment Ohio Volunteer Infantry was one of the units that camped there and
of course I was tickled to death to get a sutler's token from this
regiment. The four of us concentrated on the area where the little token
was dug and it wasn't long until David dug two more. On a later hunt, on
the north end of the ridge, Roger was to dig a nice U.S. box plate and
of course more bullets and buttons.
As time went on the Civil War relics were getting fewer and fewer
but we would occasionally go back and still find a little bit. We all felt
that there had to be at least one good buckle left in there. One good cool
October morning I was the lucky one to find such a plate. David and I were
hunting on the south end of the long ridge and Roger and Jon were hunting along
the top and we had all found a few more bullets but nothing exciting. Working
next to an old cedar tree, I got a good strong signal on my Garrett ADS-7 machine.
Using "reverse discrimination" the signal was still good and I just knew that
it was a plate. Carefully removing the dirt from the hole, at a depth of
about four inches, I saw the lead back of what I thought was an eagle breast
plate. I removed it from the hole and turned it over - and liked to have
died! It wasn't an eagle on it's face but a rising sun and a boat. I knew
what I had and could hardly contain my excitement. I thanked God, then went
to find David as he was closest to me. "Well, Super Dave, I finally found
a plate!" "What kind?" "A breast plate." I handed the plate to David
face down and he turned it over. "That ain't no eagle plate", says David,
It's an Ohio! I'll be danged, you lucky so and so." Soon Roger and Jon
came down the ridge to see what all the excitement was about and I showed
the plate around and they all shared the enjoyment as if each
had found it himself, and that says a lot about these individuals. The
fact that each would be just as happy when something good was found. It
never mattered who found it, just that one of us found it. That's the kind
of people you need to hunt with. The Ohio breast plate that was found is
the rarest of all Union plates and it commands a hefty price on today's
market. Of course we hunted hard over where it was found, but no more
plates were to come out and I was so "shook" that I couldn't find anything
else that day.
Over a period of time the finds were getting less and less so we just
about quit hunting up there. Then came the phone call. Roger called one
night and ask what I was doing the next day? I'm going hunting."
"Where at?" "Well I've got some places in mind." "Let's go back up to
Castalian Springs." "I don't know Roger, it's getting pretty thin up there."
"Well I think I can find one of those tokens like you and David got."
"Well I'll give it a try but we've covered every square inch of ground
where the tokens came out, but if you want to we'll go." The following
morning found Roger and I slowly working the west side of the ridge and
still digging a few minnie balls. I felt that it was a waste of time
however, because the little area produced the three tokens was void of
any signals at all; at least I didn't hear any. Suddenly I saw Roger
dig, pull something from the hole and examine it. "What have you got?"
"One of them tokens!" Well I just couldn't believe it. How in the world
did he find that? We had covered this ground a hundred times, but then
I realized that this was Roger and if something was there, he will
usually get it. As he stood up, he said he had better check his hole.
Swinging his loop, he received another faint signal and ask me to check
it. I could hear a little faint signal and told him that it
sounded like trash. Guess what it was? Another Ohio token! Like I said,
this was Roger.
One day, while hunting a cedared hillside, Roger and I found the
remnants of some Union breastworks up in the woods, and dug a bunch of
Union buttons all around and a few more minnie balls. I got lucky and dug
an 1863 Indian head cent and an 1851 silver three cent piece in the same
hole. About the same time, Roger yells down to me that he has dug an
Illinois Veterans pin and some Union I buttons. This little area was real
productive for us and we still go back up there every now and them. Years
later, Julia and I started hunting together, I would take her up to
Castalian Springs and she too found several minnie balls and buttons. The
very first coin that she ever found came from there - an 1876 seated quarter,
a pretty good start wouldn't you say?
All in all I would have to say that I truly love to hunt this area,
still do. As far as the number of minnie balls, buttons, coins, etc., they
were in the hundreds but only two plates came out so far. Who knows? There
may be an O.V.M. buckle somewhere up there waiting to be dug. Until the
next time this is the "Old Dirt Digger" telling you, good hunting and keep
searching and researching. It's there somewhere.
John Hunt Morgan's Confederate Camp at
Hartsville, Tennessee
by: Donnie Vaughn
This month we are going up near Hartsville, Tennessee and
hunt one of Morgan's camps but before we go, let me give
you a little background on this site and how I came across
it.
While doing some research at the State Archives building
I happened to come across a map of Trousdale County that had
a lot of the historical spots in the county marked. Most were
"common knowledge" places, but one stood out like a
sore thumb. There, on a distant hill, was a Confederate flag
drawn on the map with the number "27". On the
corresponding map guide I looked up number 27 and it read
"Morgan's Troops stationed on Mill's Place during War
between the States," could this be possible? A Confederate
Camp? Probably been hunted was my first thought as there are
some pretty good hunters up in that area but it was sure worth
a try.
That following Saturday I found myself and fellow relic
hunter, Mike McTaggart at the site trying to get permission,
which turned out to be a long drawn out affair. After several
trips, the landowner was finally obtained. On my initial hunt,
I wandered around the huge farm rather aimlessly trying to find
the camp and finally, upon a long ridge, in a little cedered
woods I dug a dropped .58 minnie ball. Now I had proof positive
that some Civil War activity had taken place on the farm.
Expanding out from my first find, I dug a .69 round ball, then
a fired .58, so I knew that I was on to something. Moving back
to a small creek, I was able to dig a few more minnie balls but
no real concentration of relics. It was much later before I
realized that the camp was scattered throughout the farm and
only on one little hill slope did the relics seem to be more
concentrated. It took several trips before I could develop a
pattern of the camp and I was able to pinpoint the location of
the Mill's house site plus three more house sites of the farm.
One day, while hunting a long a ridge line, I dug a U.S. Box
Plate and along this same ridge, at the base, Julia found the
first marked button from the camp - a Union Coat Button. Almost
everything that came out was Union marked, probably captured.
On another occasion my son Jon and I were hunting in there
together and he dug a few bullets on top of one of the numerous
hills, but his detector was acting up, so I told him to use mine
and I went down to the car and got my old Fisher 442 and used it.
Where we had dug a few minnie balls, I was able to hear some real
deep bullets with the old Fisher and they turned out to be .71
caliber Austrians and Confederate Gardner bullets. One signal
that sounded like a deep bullet turned out to be more than that.
After I had dug about 8 inches, the target sounded bigger than
a minnie ball, so I yelled down to Jon that this might be a
buckle. At the depth of about 12 inches I saw the unmistakable
rim of either a box plate or a buckle. Of course, I was hoping
for a C.S., but it turned out to be a U.S. instead. A U.S. buckle
that is, with all the hooks.
At the back of the farm we located a large spring, just over the
property line, and it was near this old spring that the relics
seemed to be concentrated. We dug several bullets on the sloping
hill side leading down to the spring along with various odds and
ends. I dug a "skin" off of a U.S. buckle and also a matching pair
of brass boot heel plates (clover design) and it was over in this
area that Roger and I hit an old house site and dug a lot of "penny"
buttons and a couple of Spanish Reals (1773 and
1763) We determined that part of the camp was probably over on
the next farm where the big spring headed up and I received
permission to search over there.
On our first trip over there the conditions were just ideal. Nice
and cool with a good moist ground from some recent rains. The
looks of the place had "camp" written all over it. With
gentle rolling hills in a large open pasture and of course a good
spring at the base of the hills and we just knew we would hit
something in here as we had dug some minnie balls right up to the
fence row. Now we had permission to get over and hunt. Starting
out above the spring, it didn't take long before Roger dug a dropped
enfield and I dug a .69 caliber round ball. Moving on out into the
large pasture, we were able to dig several bullets along with some
flat buttons, Union coat buttons, brass toe taps, tent eyelets, a
spur, a sword hanger, etc. Upon a little flat we dug several picket
bullets and a few scarce .74 caliber round balls (pumpkin balls).
One day while looking in a flat field on up behind the spring, I got
a good signal, dug down, and pulled out a U.S. box plate. Later in
the day I showed Roger the box plate and he said it looked like
something was carved into the lead back. After cleaning it off that
night I realized that there was something carved into the back.
The old Confederate soldier had carved the Confederate Battle Flag
on the back. Now that made the old dirt digger's day! Probably the
best thing found there, so far, was by Mike Cox. One day Julia, Mike
Rogers, Mike Cox and myself were in there hunting and Mike Cox got
a little signal and dug down several inches and out came a button.
Mike hands me the button to examine and there around its edge, as
clear as a bell, were the letters T-E-X-A-S. Not too shabby. I haven't
been up there in a long time, and several club members that we have
taken will probably tell you that it's pretty well cleaned out now.
It was good while it lasted, but I'll probably go back again sometime
and hope to hit a little "hot spot".
Until next time this is the "old dirt digger" telling you
to keep searching and researching, it's there somewhere.
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