AgentOrange2009
New member
To everyone out there who tried to help me find and buy a DFX, I truly want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart, it meant alot. I never expected to get such help in such a short period of time. Which says a lot about the forum and people who visit it. I bought Dan's (65ACVW) unit that he had for sale. He has been great in communications about shipping, payment, everything. I feel confident that I made the right decision in buying his unit.
I especially want to thank Larry(IL), Okiedigger, SteveMN and Monte for their cooperation and help. These guys are the best of what all forums should be like. Where a new guy can sign in and be made to feel at home and helped.
As for myself, on the personal side, I found out about metal detecting back in 1968 when my best friends dad had an old military dectector and after seeing the thousands of coins he had found up in Spokane Washington, I was hooked. Over the years I always owned a dectector and would go out and find things whenever the bug hit. Combing a beach in Okinawa japan was a bunch of fun, the Japanese loose all kinds of valuable things. I never owned a top of the line unit but remembered what I learned in Spokane from Mr. Allen. He taught me to never make a mess and make as little a hole as possible in retrieving your item. He used an ice pick back then to locate shallow items with. So the first thing I learned was to have respect for the property you were hunting on and never make a mess or leave a mess behind. A value that I have adhered to all my life when it came to metal detecting.
So now I will be asking all kinds of questions concerning the DFX's operation, etc. The one I think is probably the most common is "Which is the best coil to use for finding the deeper targets?" I am sure I will find the answer over in the DFX classroom forum.
I would also like to pass on something personal, not really related to metal detecting but worth mentioning. I just recently returned from Washington DC where I took part in Rolling Thunder for the first time. I rode my Harley with the local Rolling Thunder Chapter since I had nobody to ride with and they were nice enough to let me tag along. Being a Vietnam Combat Veteran, I had put off going to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial because I was not sure how I would react or how it would make me feel. The one thing that I learned from going, participating and seeing the WALL was what I was fighting for. More correctly, what I fought for. That question kind of eluded me over the years. I had an idea of what I had fought for and what all members of the military fight for, the idea is called Freedom. But up until I made this trip, the word Freedom, was just that, a word. It had no real meaning to me even thought I had fought for our country. It wasn't until I had walked through Arlington National Cemetary, saw the changing fo the guard luckily, and had just visited the WALL itself and was walking up the stairs to the Lincoln Memorial that it hit me like a ton of bricks what I had fought for and what the word Freedom meant, meant to me, a former army specialist who suffers from Hep C, ITP and NonHodgkins Lymphoma today. I can not define the word Freedom as I once did, it is now a feeling, a very strong feeling that probably other military or combat vets can understand. As I stood on the stairs of the Lincoln Memorial I began to cry, not from feeling sorry for myself, but because after all these years I finally knew what I had fought for when so many stood against me or us. Simply put, I had fought for what I was standing on, a small patch of concrete or in other words, I had fought for my country and it was then, standing there, that I also understood what my country is. It is not only ground, concrete, asphalt or something physical. It is much more than that. I fought for everyone and everything good in this world, not just the US. I know in time, within a few years, the cancer will return as the doctor foretold and I will die. I will die because of my fighting in a war and was exposed to some nasty stuff called Agent Orange. But that is as it is meant to be for me. I am proud to have fought for my country and am not bitter in the least because of the cancer, those are just the cards that the old man upstairs dealt me. My only regret is that I never had any children.
So now everyone in God's creation knows something about me, maybe more than they maybe wanted to know but what the hell, you only go this way once, might as well touch as many in a good way as you can.
AgentOrange2009
aka Mark
I especially want to thank Larry(IL), Okiedigger, SteveMN and Monte for their cooperation and help. These guys are the best of what all forums should be like. Where a new guy can sign in and be made to feel at home and helped.
As for myself, on the personal side, I found out about metal detecting back in 1968 when my best friends dad had an old military dectector and after seeing the thousands of coins he had found up in Spokane Washington, I was hooked. Over the years I always owned a dectector and would go out and find things whenever the bug hit. Combing a beach in Okinawa japan was a bunch of fun, the Japanese loose all kinds of valuable things. I never owned a top of the line unit but remembered what I learned in Spokane from Mr. Allen. He taught me to never make a mess and make as little a hole as possible in retrieving your item. He used an ice pick back then to locate shallow items with. So the first thing I learned was to have respect for the property you were hunting on and never make a mess or leave a mess behind. A value that I have adhered to all my life when it came to metal detecting.
So now I will be asking all kinds of questions concerning the DFX's operation, etc. The one I think is probably the most common is "Which is the best coil to use for finding the deeper targets?" I am sure I will find the answer over in the DFX classroom forum.
I would also like to pass on something personal, not really related to metal detecting but worth mentioning. I just recently returned from Washington DC where I took part in Rolling Thunder for the first time. I rode my Harley with the local Rolling Thunder Chapter since I had nobody to ride with and they were nice enough to let me tag along. Being a Vietnam Combat Veteran, I had put off going to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial because I was not sure how I would react or how it would make me feel. The one thing that I learned from going, participating and seeing the WALL was what I was fighting for. More correctly, what I fought for. That question kind of eluded me over the years. I had an idea of what I had fought for and what all members of the military fight for, the idea is called Freedom. But up until I made this trip, the word Freedom, was just that, a word. It had no real meaning to me even thought I had fought for our country. It wasn't until I had walked through Arlington National Cemetary, saw the changing fo the guard luckily, and had just visited the WALL itself and was walking up the stairs to the Lincoln Memorial that it hit me like a ton of bricks what I had fought for and what the word Freedom meant, meant to me, a former army specialist who suffers from Hep C, ITP and NonHodgkins Lymphoma today. I can not define the word Freedom as I once did, it is now a feeling, a very strong feeling that probably other military or combat vets can understand. As I stood on the stairs of the Lincoln Memorial I began to cry, not from feeling sorry for myself, but because after all these years I finally knew what I had fought for when so many stood against me or us. Simply put, I had fought for what I was standing on, a small patch of concrete or in other words, I had fought for my country and it was then, standing there, that I also understood what my country is. It is not only ground, concrete, asphalt or something physical. It is much more than that. I fought for everyone and everything good in this world, not just the US. I know in time, within a few years, the cancer will return as the doctor foretold and I will die. I will die because of my fighting in a war and was exposed to some nasty stuff called Agent Orange. But that is as it is meant to be for me. I am proud to have fought for my country and am not bitter in the least because of the cancer, those are just the cards that the old man upstairs dealt me. My only regret is that I never had any children.
So now everyone in God's creation knows something about me, maybe more than they maybe wanted to know but what the hell, you only go this way once, might as well touch as many in a good way as you can.
AgentOrange2009
aka Mark
