I have been displeased with everyone of the nearly 100 detectors I have owned in the past 30 years for one reason or another. Then, one day several years ago I lost my job and had to wait for a few months before I found a job. I was so thankful for the lowly BH Tracker and another TR antique that kept me eating. I lived in a van, took showers with a plastic solar heated shower, rode a bicycle I kept in the back of the van to coinhunting sites, and cooked on a gasoline survival stove. I was a KING hobo and nobody could tell I was anything more than just a regular guy. NOW, I am so thankful for the hobby itself-the detector itself doesn't matter to me anymore 'cause it's not what counts. When I see the accounts of the many valuable finds that just about ANY detector would have found-I can't help but chuckle and wonder. Thank God our hobby has not been snuffed out because of the carelessness of others. To me, finding a quarter at 4", being told in one form or another WHAT it is, and not having to carry a minesweeper size detector to overload is a miracle in itself.