Pulled this 1943 Mercury yesterday from an old local one room schoolhouse which is now somewhat abandoned. However, I learned a great deal from this little guy that I felt compelled to pass on. First, this is the trashiest place I've ever hunted; the iron bits and crap makes for a continuous loud noise every square inch. Also, this place has been hunted to death. So what was learned?
1. There's always treasure! I've always believed that there's always something left behind. Maybe the former metal detectorists had inferior equipment and/or skills, but there is practically always something left from hunted areas.
2. The 5"x8" coil kicks butt in trashy areas! I've used the 8"x11" coil in this small (I mean really small) area an pulled a couple things, but the smaller coil really helps separate the tiny iron bits. This Merc was essentially undetectable with the large coil, but the smaller one helped the high tones peek through.
3. Always double check the hole and around the hole. After hearing this potential target, I pulled the plug and swung over the hole and plug; nothing but iron. The Pro Pointer registered nothing. I thought I was probably originally hearing iron falsing. Well, I stepped away a couple of feet to move on; however, something told me swing again. The earphones screamed a coin on top of the ground. There it was, the Merc. I guess it tumbled out out the plug and landed about a foot away.
Thanks little Merc.
aj
1. There's always treasure! I've always believed that there's always something left behind. Maybe the former metal detectorists had inferior equipment and/or skills, but there is practically always something left from hunted areas.
2. The 5"x8" coil kicks butt in trashy areas! I've used the 8"x11" coil in this small (I mean really small) area an pulled a couple things, but the smaller coil really helps separate the tiny iron bits. This Merc was essentially undetectable with the large coil, but the smaller one helped the high tones peek through.
3. Always double check the hole and around the hole. After hearing this potential target, I pulled the plug and swung over the hole and plug; nothing but iron. The Pro Pointer registered nothing. I thought I was probably originally hearing iron falsing. Well, I stepped away a couple of feet to move on; however, something told me swing again. The earphones screamed a coin on top of the ground. There it was, the Merc. I guess it tumbled out out the plug and landed about a foot away.
Thanks little Merc.
aj