Yeah, I've got it. The Flu. Influenza... the big "F"
Doesn't matter that I took the flu shot. I guess that means I'll only be sick for FIVE days instead of seven...
So there I sat, not so sick as to be laid low, but not feeling up to much, either. Then it hit me, a light bulb going off in my fetid mind.
"What I need is some cool, fresh air and a little getting about. Yeah, that's the ticket! Where's my detector?"
With that, I did what any red-blooded detecorist would do - I grabbed my ever ready "possibles bag" and headed out the door.
First stop: Put in a little "boot time" on some homesites I spotted on my old maps. Not far from home, this should be a real mellow walk in the woods - just what the doctor ordered. And I gotta admit thats what it was - a nice walk. But it was a bit spoiled, since I found nothing to indicate that I was on even one old homesite.
Ah, well. I'll have to come at this area from another direction next time. Persistence is the key.
Next, I headed over to one of our local soccer fields. This field is used every weekend, by somebody. Since I had the 6" coil on the Eagle and was really out for the fresh air, this'll do alright.
But, DANGED!... no sooner than I got started swinging my sniper coil, along comes about 30 teens for a pick up game of Ultimate Frisbee (something like Rugby Lite, with a frisbee.)
They were polite, anyway, and the girls were real cute. They sweetly asked if they would be in my way.
"Naw," I replied, "it's more like the other way around, kids. I'll just go somewhere else. Have fun."
The nearest spot turned out to be the woodchip tot lot, adjacent to the soccer field. I found the usual clad, foil and pinbacks there, while re-affirming the value of a small coil around metal posts. Turning my SENS down to 2 and my pre-amp gain to "0," I was able to sneak in right in close against the playground equipment supports - without setting off the detector. Here's one example, where I pulled out a dime next to an 8" support post:
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I piddled around in the chips and surrounding grass for wahile, pulling out some quarters, a nickel right at the base of the slide and "plenny penny."
Soon, the shadows turned and signalled it was time to get on home. I was tiring, too, so that was okay. But before I left, there was one more thing to check out.
I had noticed a bunch of dirt piles in the little used park center; scrapes and fill dirt, I reckoned. I make it a point to at least look over such piles, as they can be a bonanza depending on where the dirt came from originally.
In this case, my perfunctory digs and scans turned up only pulltabs and canslaw, indicating these piles held only modern dirt. But there are about 30 such large piles, the city dumping a lot of it's dirt here from the many ongoing urban renewal projects. So with a little diligence, I might turn up something among these piles.
Putting my gear carefully back in my truck, I looked down and noticed a dark, round disc in the dirt at my feet. Closer examination proved it to be a 1967 clad quarter, lying obverse up. Here's a pic:
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Old Clad George was a little ruddy, as you might expect. But maybe, just maybe, he was there to tell me that my luck would improve around there, if I hung in. I like to think so, and will begin tomorrow's Detecting Flu Cure in that spot...
Thanks for looking.
Doesn't matter that I took the flu shot. I guess that means I'll only be sick for FIVE days instead of seven...
So there I sat, not so sick as to be laid low, but not feeling up to much, either. Then it hit me, a light bulb going off in my fetid mind.
"What I need is some cool, fresh air and a little getting about. Yeah, that's the ticket! Where's my detector?"
With that, I did what any red-blooded detecorist would do - I grabbed my ever ready "possibles bag" and headed out the door.
First stop: Put in a little "boot time" on some homesites I spotted on my old maps. Not far from home, this should be a real mellow walk in the woods - just what the doctor ordered. And I gotta admit thats what it was - a nice walk. But it was a bit spoiled, since I found nothing to indicate that I was on even one old homesite.
Ah, well. I'll have to come at this area from another direction next time. Persistence is the key.
Next, I headed over to one of our local soccer fields. This field is used every weekend, by somebody. Since I had the 6" coil on the Eagle and was really out for the fresh air, this'll do alright.
But, DANGED!... no sooner than I got started swinging my sniper coil, along comes about 30 teens for a pick up game of Ultimate Frisbee (something like Rugby Lite, with a frisbee.)
They were polite, anyway, and the girls were real cute. They sweetly asked if they would be in my way.
"Naw," I replied, "it's more like the other way around, kids. I'll just go somewhere else. Have fun."
The nearest spot turned out to be the woodchip tot lot, adjacent to the soccer field. I found the usual clad, foil and pinbacks there, while re-affirming the value of a small coil around metal posts. Turning my SENS down to 2 and my pre-amp gain to "0," I was able to sneak in right in close against the playground equipment supports - without setting off the detector. Here's one example, where I pulled out a dime next to an 8" support post:
[attachment 108804 100_0111.JPG]
I piddled around in the chips and surrounding grass for wahile, pulling out some quarters, a nickel right at the base of the slide and "plenny penny."
Soon, the shadows turned and signalled it was time to get on home. I was tiring, too, so that was okay. But before I left, there was one more thing to check out.
I had noticed a bunch of dirt piles in the little used park center; scrapes and fill dirt, I reckoned. I make it a point to at least look over such piles, as they can be a bonanza depending on where the dirt came from originally.
In this case, my perfunctory digs and scans turned up only pulltabs and canslaw, indicating these piles held only modern dirt. But there are about 30 such large piles, the city dumping a lot of it's dirt here from the many ongoing urban renewal projects. So with a little diligence, I might turn up something among these piles.
Putting my gear carefully back in my truck, I looked down and noticed a dark, round disc in the dirt at my feet. Closer examination proved it to be a 1967 clad quarter, lying obverse up. Here's a pic:
[attachment 108808 100_0112.JPG]
Old Clad George was a little ruddy, as you might expect. But maybe, just maybe, he was there to tell me that my luck would improve around there, if I hung in. I like to think so, and will begin tomorrow's Detecting Flu Cure in that spot...
Thanks for looking.
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on a regular basis !