Back in the mid '70's my job took me all over the central S.J. valley and I had not long before bought my first GOOD detector, a Compass Judge ll. I had noticed before a little R.V. type park with a grassy area down by the river near Kingsburg. That day I had just wolfed down my lunch and stopped by the little park. It was closed but the gates were open, so what the heck. I parked right by the grassy place and got out my detector. The first sweep by the discriminator said I was in the biggest trashy area I'd ever seen. But guess what, there was no trash there at all! I spent my lunch hour on my knees, with my detector over my shoulder, holding it by the shaft, scooping up all kinds of coins, from clads to silver dimes. In that hour, I filled both of my front pockets to the top with coins. When I got back to the shop that day, another tech saw my finds and I told him where the spot was. I donno if he went there....I never went back. I found a fishing place like that once, just couldn't take 'em off the hook fast enough, Bluegill and Bass would watch you throw the hook at them then almost fight each other for it. I never went back there either. I think it's because there's no challange? I donno. But, there's the best lunch hour I ever spent with a metal detector. Now, I just love Pumpkin Pie, but if I stopped some place and someone sit my down in front of 500 Pumpkin pies, and said eat all you want, and come back every day for all the pie you can eat, I doubt I'd ever go there back again either. We people are strange aren't we? That's enough rambling, but all true! Hey, I just got me a new detector, a Lobo, I sure I hope I have that kind of luck up in the gold fields. Adios!