The 9" of snow in my driveway from earlier in the week melted and the thermometer was working its way up and over 60* today when I receive a call about doing a little hunting after work.
We met at an older neighborhood and I knocked on a door of an old house built in 1904 to ask permission to hunt. The Mrs of the house said sure, have at it. The yard was pretty small and we both struggled trying to get going with anything good. The EMI was awful to the point that as I moved out toward the street, my detector went into NULL. A noise cancel didn't help, I turned down the sensitivity to the mid-teens and manually adjusted the noise channel to 11 and was finally able to hunt.
It was not a great yard. You get those. I found 1 deeper target that was junk, the rest were pretty much surface targets. Some days, though, things just go right, and I finally found a surface target that I thought was a quarter. From 1" deep came a 1965 Canadian 25
We met at an older neighborhood and I knocked on a door of an old house built in 1904 to ask permission to hunt. The Mrs of the house said sure, have at it. The yard was pretty small and we both struggled trying to get going with anything good. The EMI was awful to the point that as I moved out toward the street, my detector went into NULL. A noise cancel didn't help, I turned down the sensitivity to the mid-teens and manually adjusted the noise channel to 11 and was finally able to hunt.
It was not a great yard. You get those. I found 1 deeper target that was junk, the rest were pretty much surface targets. Some days, though, things just go right, and I finally found a surface target that I thought was a quarter. From 1" deep came a 1965 Canadian 25
