GRAY GHOST
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hi everybody, i don't hear this term too often... "skunked" on a hunt. it means that you found absolutely nothing! i can't say i've ever been skunked before, thank god, but i've come close a time or two.
the first time it almost happened to me, i had been drinking a couple of beers beforehand, it being very hot. an hour went by, i'm just burning up, sweat pouring, and frustrated at no beeps! man, what's going on here, i thought. this ground sucks! moral of the story? it really helps to at least turn your machine on, doofus. and keep alcohol out of the equation, too.
the second time, i was using my old white's coinmaster 3 on a hot spot i had found some real goodies in lately and was rarin' to go! oh, i could see it now... more silver merc dimes and maybe a quarter or two! but, i had forgotten all about the loose headphone connection to the machine, it had pulled out part way so it didn't register on either end! another half hour down the drain. oops.
the third time, i hunted around an old church that had been demolished and really thought i could beat the other local boys to it. i had found some really good civil war relics there over a quick two days, so i figured, well, why not hit it a third time? there's rain in the forecast, so what? it doesn't look like it's gonna do much. well, i got the wife to drop me off, and found nothing for about 45 minutes. so much for beating the local boys to it. the clouds were really gathering now, and were black! oh, oh. the only beep of that very short day in the pouring rain was a deep plain shield union button, then my machine died! i swear it was the deepest thing i had EVER dug! and in the middle of a raging storm.
saved by the bell! my wife laughed at me for days over that. that poor, cold, wet, shivering husband of hers had to call her to come pick him up hiding under the only tree in the middle of that field! it was comical. you'd have laughed your a** off at me! but, like a true hunter, all i was really worried about was the machine and the condition of the button! hair dryers can do wonders to wet machines! hh,
the first time it almost happened to me, i had been drinking a couple of beers beforehand, it being very hot. an hour went by, i'm just burning up, sweat pouring, and frustrated at no beeps! man, what's going on here, i thought. this ground sucks! moral of the story? it really helps to at least turn your machine on, doofus. and keep alcohol out of the equation, too.
the second time, i was using my old white's coinmaster 3 on a hot spot i had found some real goodies in lately and was rarin' to go! oh, i could see it now... more silver merc dimes and maybe a quarter or two! but, i had forgotten all about the loose headphone connection to the machine, it had pulled out part way so it didn't register on either end! another half hour down the drain. oops.
the third time, i hunted around an old church that had been demolished and really thought i could beat the other local boys to it. i had found some really good civil war relics there over a quick two days, so i figured, well, why not hit it a third time? there's rain in the forecast, so what? it doesn't look like it's gonna do much. well, i got the wife to drop me off, and found nothing for about 45 minutes. so much for beating the local boys to it. the clouds were really gathering now, and were black! oh, oh. the only beep of that very short day in the pouring rain was a deep plain shield union button, then my machine died! i swear it was the deepest thing i had EVER dug! and in the middle of a raging storm.
saved by the bell! my wife laughed at me for days over that. that poor, cold, wet, shivering husband of hers had to call her to come pick him up hiding under the only tree in the middle of that field! it was comical. you'd have laughed your a** off at me! but, like a true hunter, all i was really worried about was the machine and the condition of the button! hair dryers can do wonders to wet machines! hh,
. One site in particular comes to mind, an old iron laden, mid 1850's antebellum homesite here in town that I hunted for years with at least 20 different detectors. I hunted it until there was nothing but iron signals and then hunted it some more. I finally gave up on it, but a couple of years later I was passing by one day, had a few minutes to spare so I began hunting it again. Within five minutes I got an 1841 large cent that was only a couple of inches deep and a few minutes later an early 1900's quarter size $10 token from a store in Fernbank, Alabama. I hunted it again last week but that was one of the times I got skunked
....Z