Unlike most people in the nation today, it was almost balmy here in SC. A perfect day to take the new F70 to a clean field. I had high hopes for this low mineralization site. On previous hunts here, I had determined that the minerals were dead neutral. I was looking forward to heating up the F70.
Once on site, I was indeed able to set the F70 pretty hot:
SENS 70
DISC "0"
THRESH +3-+5
SPEED "SL"
Ground Phase - - 50
2F audio
It was a little chatty, now and then, but not bad and it seemed to have a bit of depth. So I was liking it and solid target hit good. Dug a few shotshell hulls and itsy bitsy's, but little else. After a good while, with little to show, I went to the truck to remove my coat and get a little drink. That was the last time I was able to hunt in peace.
When I went back to detecting, the previously mild mannered F70 showed its arse. I don't know what changed in the environment, but the very same places I ran through 10 minutes prior were now unhuntable. The crazy thing was beeping and honking like a deranged flock of geese. Holding the coil in the air away from the ground made it no better. These are obvious signs of the dreaded electrical interference.
And it didn't matter what I did thereafter, either... I couldn't get it settled back down. I lowered SENS, THRESHOLD, changed Frequencies, upped discrimination and so on - to no avail.
Oddly, I also lost the ground balance function - it just would not balance amid all the interference. It locked dead on "90" and stayed there the rest of the hunt.
I managed to hit a lot of iron, but none of this was a pleasant way to hunt, when you added in the constant interference chatter. Finally, I chucked it in and moved on back to the truck. Once the interference started, it was my constant companion.
This field is out in the country, a pretty far piece from the world. There wasn't a power line in sight. It was as if someone had turned on radar emitter nearby and trained if directly on me. I was at a loss as to just what had changed, as there was little way to know. To say I was disappointed would be fair.
As Luck would have it, nothing was found by myself or Hal, and we have officially declared the field, "pounded out."
The Saga continues.
Once on site, I was indeed able to set the F70 pretty hot:
SENS 70
DISC "0"
THRESH +3-+5
SPEED "SL"
Ground Phase - - 50
2F audio
It was a little chatty, now and then, but not bad and it seemed to have a bit of depth. So I was liking it and solid target hit good. Dug a few shotshell hulls and itsy bitsy's, but little else. After a good while, with little to show, I went to the truck to remove my coat and get a little drink. That was the last time I was able to hunt in peace.
When I went back to detecting, the previously mild mannered F70 showed its arse. I don't know what changed in the environment, but the very same places I ran through 10 minutes prior were now unhuntable. The crazy thing was beeping and honking like a deranged flock of geese. Holding the coil in the air away from the ground made it no better. These are obvious signs of the dreaded electrical interference.
And it didn't matter what I did thereafter, either... I couldn't get it settled back down. I lowered SENS, THRESHOLD, changed Frequencies, upped discrimination and so on - to no avail.
Oddly, I also lost the ground balance function - it just would not balance amid all the interference. It locked dead on "90" and stayed there the rest of the hunt.
I managed to hit a lot of iron, but none of this was a pleasant way to hunt, when you added in the constant interference chatter. Finally, I chucked it in and moved on back to the truck. Once the interference started, it was my constant companion.
This field is out in the country, a pretty far piece from the world. There wasn't a power line in sight. It was as if someone had turned on radar emitter nearby and trained if directly on me. I was at a loss as to just what had changed, as there was little way to know. To say I was disappointed would be fair.
As Luck would have it, nothing was found by myself or Hal, and we have officially declared the field, "pounded out."
The Saga continues.