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Hit a local tot lot on the way home from the graveyard shift. Weather has been nice and only a few late night gangbangers and early morning powerwalkers were about. Sweeeeeet!
I saw what looked like the sordid remains of a previous detectorists efforts... holes and wood chips scattered all over. I dont see many - if ANY - detectorsits around here, so this was a real experience. Bill, I can relate now to your feelings. If I see the cat around town in the future, he and I will have a chat about slovenly methods. For now, there is zero municipal interest in detecting. I'd like to keep it that way.
I suspect he was DISC'ing out all but quarters and dimes, as all I found were Stinkin Lincolns, a dime and one nick around the play gear. A goodly number of THOSE were found under the equipment, in fact, by shortening the shaft and doing the "detecting duckwalk" underneath. I suspect he was at least in a hurry, if not an outright amateur, because he missed that nice little .925 heart shown in the pic. Thourough always wins out over speed.
Just one of the park benches yielded the .25, .05's, cents and an awesome collection of pulltabs, a few of which I have included in the pick.
That "objet mysterieaux" down there in the right hand corner is ...well... I dunno. It looks like a spark plug guage, but then it doesn't look like any of the others I've found over the years. This is some old ground, which has now had a park lain over the top, so anything can happen I suppose.
I did try the Edmonton Method of using only the audio tone length to determine target size. It works, but will take time to get right. Besides it's called a detector, so the digging is what gets the stuff!
I got pooped quickly (third shift sucks), so I abandoned any more effort and headed home for my daily glass (big) of red wine and a nap.
Peace, ya'll
Hit a local tot lot on the way home from the graveyard shift. Weather has been nice and only a few late night gangbangers and early morning powerwalkers were about. Sweeeeeet!
I saw what looked like the sordid remains of a previous detectorists efforts... holes and wood chips scattered all over. I dont see many - if ANY - detectorsits around here, so this was a real experience. Bill, I can relate now to your feelings. If I see the cat around town in the future, he and I will have a chat about slovenly methods. For now, there is zero municipal interest in detecting. I'd like to keep it that way.
I suspect he was DISC'ing out all but quarters and dimes, as all I found were Stinkin Lincolns, a dime and one nick around the play gear. A goodly number of THOSE were found under the equipment, in fact, by shortening the shaft and doing the "detecting duckwalk" underneath. I suspect he was at least in a hurry, if not an outright amateur, because he missed that nice little .925 heart shown in the pic. Thourough always wins out over speed.
Just one of the park benches yielded the .25, .05's, cents and an awesome collection of pulltabs, a few of which I have included in the pick.
That "objet mysterieaux" down there in the right hand corner is ...well... I dunno. It looks like a spark plug guage, but then it doesn't look like any of the others I've found over the years. This is some old ground, which has now had a park lain over the top, so anything can happen I suppose.
I did try the Edmonton Method of using only the audio tone length to determine target size. It works, but will take time to get right. Besides it's called a detector, so the digging is what gets the stuff!
I got pooped quickly (third shift sucks), so I abandoned any more effort and headed home for my daily glass (big) of red wine and a nap.
Peace, ya'll