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OK Guys....Be Honest And Bold! What Stupid Thing Have You Done With Regards To Metal Detecting:rage:
- Thread starter John-Edmonton
- Start date
Drove across Edmonton to detect once.....but left my detector at home. 
Drove 2 hours to the beach once.......left my sand scoop at home
Drove to a small town detected x 3 hours, lost my keys then found them in the ignition, car door locked. (cost? - $40.00)
Drove 2 hours to the beach once.......left my sand scoop at home
Drove to a small town detected x 3 hours, lost my keys then found them in the ignition, car door locked.
(cost? - $40.00)Had planned all week to go detecting at cocoa beach after a 3 day rain storm. Just knew I would find some great things. Got to the beach early and thought I would survey the beach before I got my detector out of the car. Jumped into the water to cool off and went back to get the detector. Problem was I put the keys in my swim trunks and to this day they are still somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean
John in Nawth Carolina
Active member
Revealed a secret location to someone I thought was my friend. Pretty soon the whole wold knew.
This I never told. It was my birthday and we had a house for rent to celebrate my 50 years. My friends gave me my AT Pro. I've never had a detector and did not know how to use it. It was night. I went outside the house to prove it. In a place like crazy bells started ringing. I did not know he had done, which had touched since neither had knowledge nor saw. He had also drunk a little. I went back to the house. The next day, my friend found there 48 coins 8Reales ...
When time passed and I began to know the machine I realized what really had happened ... I was glad for my friend, is my best friend forever ... that's life, friends
When time passed and I began to know the machine I realized what really had happened ... I was glad for my friend, is my best friend forever ... that's life, friends
Probably the one thing that messed me up the worst was doing a ton of research, and finding a ................ site. Then my ''buddy'' that I trusted with EVERYTHING and EVERY site that I had, cleaned it out after we had made plans to work it together. Not only that but he sold the finds off for $2000.00, which I also found repulsive ethically. I met this guy as a newby and I actually hovered my Tejon over some finds in a field so that he found his first old coins etc. I will never be that open and trusting again.
My second biggest mistake was taking a Lesche shovel to a park a few times when my back was destroyed. I was busted by a member of another forum even though my plugs were cut cleanly and placed well. I got a bit of a rep for that. Rightly so I guess but this was NOT my normal pattern and I am a bit resentful at having a few look down their noses at me over this aberration. I guess that I fouled my own bathwater and have to bathe in it, but I'm moving on.
My second biggest mistake was taking a Lesche shovel to a park a few times when my back was destroyed. I was busted by a member of another forum even though my plugs were cut cleanly and placed well. I got a bit of a rep for that. Rightly so I guess but this was NOT my normal pattern and I am a bit resentful at having a few look down their noses at me over this aberration. I guess that I fouled my own bathwater and have to bathe in it, but I'm moving on.
onebaddude9
New member
Left my truck unlocked came back and my Bose speakers were pulled/ cut out of the inside doors along with my indash unit.
I've pulled so many dumb stunts I can't post them all in the time I have. The worst thing I did was when I had written permission to detect from a landowner and put the letter on the driver's side window so if anybody stopped they could see I had permission. I should have folded the letter showing there was an old church site on the property and went out there the next week and there must have been 40-50 holes dug where someone had taken advantage of my research. Lesson learned and as upnorth says, I moved on. I have also went out of town and left my gear I needed and learned to double check before I leave the house.
Since you asked....Two rememberances come to mind...
Once, I went to sweep a popular local beach well before sun-up, like 3am, a guy has to park on the road and hop over a decorative split rail fence to access the beach since the gates are locked that early, and then he has to traverse an asphault parking lot which can be full of broken glass bottles, so Its a good idea to wear shoes...upon accessing the main beach area, a guy wants to kick off the footwear in an easy to relocate spot and start the hunt barefoot, so I found a little out of the way place to do the shoe drop and go to work...upon my return, still in the dark, my damn shoes were gone!
What the hell? What kind of Buster Brown shoe stealing SOB is out this early in the am?
A month or so later, I ran into a guy who also frequently swept that stretch, and we got to be friends, so I told him my story...he said, "Theres an old bastard who lives up the hill who comes down here every morning early and scarfs up all the towels and shoes and whatnot" ...
Had to drive home barefoot on account of that guy!
Another time, I went to sweep a local ski hill well before dawn in complete darkness (per JohnEdmonton's encouragement), the dang thing was a sheet of ice!, so I worked the bottom third according to Johns advice, and gingerly made it to the top somehow...as I tried to work the back slope, which was quite a bit steeper and icier, I slipped and fell dead on my back and briskly slid all the way to the bottom! (You local guys that know this place, its like a big bowl, and the only way out is UP!)
Still dark, tried as I might to get myself on up out of there, a complete slick sheet of ice on all sides! I felt like a mouse caught inside a glass beer bottle! No footholds or purchase could extricate me from this dmanable frozen entrapment! After exhausting all normal bipedal efforts, I scuttlecrawled back over to the ski rope pull line, which hung inert and unpowered at this time of the morning, layed flat on my back and pulled myself on up out of there, hand over hand,....all the way to the top, upon reaching the summit, breathless but thankful, still flat on my back, taking a moment to look up at the stars, admire them, and light a smoke, (also admired)...I slid on down out of there to my car like a pat of butter somebody flicked on a sheet of glass in the sun at a restaurant...or a real greasy bloody booger casually easing its way to the floor drain in some Highschool lockeroom shower....I was beat! but happy to made it out of there alive!...thought to myself, screw Edmonton and this snow hill hunting!
Mud
Once, I went to sweep a popular local beach well before sun-up, like 3am, a guy has to park on the road and hop over a decorative split rail fence to access the beach since the gates are locked that early, and then he has to traverse an asphault parking lot which can be full of broken glass bottles, so Its a good idea to wear shoes...upon accessing the main beach area, a guy wants to kick off the footwear in an easy to relocate spot and start the hunt barefoot, so I found a little out of the way place to do the shoe drop and go to work...upon my return, still in the dark, my damn shoes were gone!
What the hell? What kind of Buster Brown shoe stealing SOB is out this early in the am? A month or so later, I ran into a guy who also frequently swept that stretch, and we got to be friends, so I told him my story...he said, "Theres an old bastard who lives up the hill who comes down here every morning early and scarfs up all the towels and shoes and whatnot" ...
Had to drive home barefoot on account of that guy!Another time, I went to sweep a local ski hill well before dawn in complete darkness (per JohnEdmonton's encouragement), the dang thing was a sheet of ice!, so I worked the bottom third according to Johns advice, and gingerly made it to the top somehow...as I tried to work the back slope, which was quite a bit steeper and icier, I slipped and fell dead on my back and briskly slid all the way to the bottom! (You local guys that know this place, its like a big bowl, and the only way out is UP!)
Still dark, tried as I might to get myself on up out of there, a complete slick sheet of ice on all sides! I felt like a mouse caught inside a glass beer bottle! No footholds or purchase could extricate me from this dmanable frozen entrapment! After exhausting all normal bipedal efforts, I scuttlecrawled back over to the ski rope pull line, which hung inert and unpowered at this time of the morning, layed flat on my back and pulled myself on up out of there, hand over hand,....all the way to the top, upon reaching the summit, breathless but thankful, still flat on my back, taking a moment to look up at the stars, admire them, and light a smoke, (also admired)...I slid on down out of there to my car like a pat of butter somebody flicked on a sheet of glass in the sun at a restaurant...or a real greasy bloody booger casually easing its way to the floor drain in some Highschool lockeroom shower....I was beat! but happy to made it out of there alive!...thought to myself, screw Edmonton and this snow hill hunting!
Mud
WaterWalker
Well-known member
Over the years many items have been left home...gloves, scoop, wallet, camera, show off items from previous hunts...etc...
My worse time, even though I was only 5 miles from my house, was during last winter when I got to the beach, dawned my waders, hat, jacket, and pouch and picked up my detector (new ATX), scoop and walked to the water's edge. There I turned on my new detector AND NOTHING! Well the dealer was between the beach and home...I was going to drop it off to have it sent back for repair, but I was in a rush. I went all the way home, grabbed my Infinium and saw the two battery pack for the ATX sitting on the bench. The battery caps were in place on the ATX. Glad I did not drop the ATX off for repair!
Another time I left my wader socks in the hotel room. Got to the beach, met my MD buddy there, asked him if he had a pair I could barrow. BAD MOVE...he opened the pit (a small 1990's) Honda Civic, pulled out 3 trash bags FULL OF SOCK -- take your pick he says -- I had to find a pair!
I dug a very rare coin, went crazy, another MD buddy dug on UNBELIEVABLE...until we saw they were copies and were planted at a castle we were detecting.
Last one: getting watched by a State Trooper until we left the swimming hole. We were stopped, given a good ration, told we should NOT be there. He went on to say because we were truthful to all the questions we were asked and we were not doing anything unlawful HE was going to be fair with us. HE then told us where we SHOULD be...at the new swimming hole that opened that year. The one we were in was closed all year - no wonder we did not find any good targets. No problem HE did enjoy watching us while having his coffee and doughnut.
There are a million stories to be told...lets read more...
My worse time, even though I was only 5 miles from my house, was during last winter when I got to the beach, dawned my waders, hat, jacket, and pouch and picked up my detector (new ATX), scoop and walked to the water's edge. There I turned on my new detector AND NOTHING! Well the dealer was between the beach and home...I was going to drop it off to have it sent back for repair, but I was in a rush. I went all the way home, grabbed my Infinium and saw the two battery pack for the ATX sitting on the bench. The battery caps were in place on the ATX. Glad I did not drop the ATX off for repair!
Another time I left my wader socks in the hotel room. Got to the beach, met my MD buddy there, asked him if he had a pair I could barrow. BAD MOVE...he opened the pit (a small 1990's) Honda Civic, pulled out 3 trash bags FULL OF SOCK -- take your pick he says -- I had to find a pair!
I dug a very rare coin, went crazy, another MD buddy dug on UNBELIEVABLE...until we saw they were copies and were planted at a castle we were detecting.
Last one: getting watched by a State Trooper until we left the swimming hole. We were stopped, given a good ration, told we should NOT be there. He went on to say because we were truthful to all the questions we were asked and we were not doing anything unlawful HE was going to be fair with us. HE then told us where we SHOULD be...at the new swimming hole that opened that year. The one we were in was closed all year - no wonder we did not find any good targets. No problem HE did enjoy watching us while having his coffee and doughnut.
There are a million stories to be told...lets read more...
Detecting with friends.. broke for lunch ..leaned my detector against the building left it on and GB'd for the spot.. Ate, and started detecting again.After talking to a couple of the other hunters where our detectors were leaning. I just started swinging.. almost 1 1/2 hours.............. No signals hit at all. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm what was with that.... Targets had been sparse all day..but none ???
Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu my detector had an auto shut off after no movement for a time... [size=x-large]I was detecting with a detector NOT ON !!![/size]
I didn't tell anyone LOL... I slunk to my car and left a little later... Called myself every name you can think of on the way home. OH " Bright" was not one of them hahahahahhaha
Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu my detector had an auto shut off after no movement for a time... [size=x-large]I was detecting with a detector NOT ON !!![/size]
I didn't tell anyone LOL... I slunk to my car and left a little later... Called myself every name you can think of on the way home. OH " Bright" was not one of them hahahahahhaha
Way back in BFO days, about 3 months after I got my first detector, I had it out on a farm. I got a great sounding signal, pinpointed it as well as I could, and started digging in the hard ground. This was one of the machines that had a 5 inch coil inside a 12 inch coil. I would switch back and forth and the middle of the target was always the same place.
So, I dug a hole, nothing. Dug deeper. Nothing. Dug deeper....STILL.....N O T H I N G! As wise as I was, I widened the hole enough so I could get the 12 inch coil in it, and the signal was stronger.
Dug down the new wide hole width.....NOTHING! Dug DEEPER!!!!! NOTHING!!! Dug still deeper......NOT A $**#&(@&$ THING....NADA, ZILCH....
Dug down still further....after an hour of digging hard pack, my hole was like 2 1/2 feet down, and the signal started getting softer.....WHAT?????
Nonsense! I started widening my hole yet again, so I could stand in the hole to dig to the buried treasure down deep. This time when I jumped my 145 pound body on the shovel, I hit something......?????
I moved out a bit more, stuck the tip against the ground, jumped on the shovel again, pushed it in about 4 inches, and pried....
Low and behold a 3 ft diameter roll of barbed wire arose from the ground, just below the ground, but surrounding the perfect almost 3 foot deep hole I had labored over for over an hour!!!!
Felt like the idiot I was. Dug to china and dug a perfect hole in the center of a roll of barbwire.....sheesh! what a maroon!
HH
So, I dug a hole, nothing. Dug deeper. Nothing. Dug deeper....STILL.....N O T H I N G! As wise as I was, I widened the hole enough so I could get the 12 inch coil in it, and the signal was stronger.
Dug down the new wide hole width.....NOTHING! Dug DEEPER!!!!! NOTHING!!! Dug still deeper......NOT A $**#&(@&$ THING....NADA, ZILCH....
Dug down still further....after an hour of digging hard pack, my hole was like 2 1/2 feet down, and the signal started getting softer.....WHAT?????
Nonsense! I started widening my hole yet again, so I could stand in the hole to dig to the buried treasure down deep. This time when I jumped my 145 pound body on the shovel, I hit something......?????
I moved out a bit more, stuck the tip against the ground, jumped on the shovel again, pushed it in about 4 inches, and pried....
Low and behold a 3 ft diameter roll of barbed wire arose from the ground, just below the ground, but surrounding the perfect almost 3 foot deep hole I had labored over for over an hour!!!!
Felt like the idiot I was. Dug to china and dug a perfect hole in the center of a roll of barbwire.....sheesh! what a maroon!
HH
Drove 161 miles to VIRGINIA BEACH got out of my car open the trunk and???? no AT PRO detector. what too do now. I got it I'll buy GARREYY ACE 350 FORM LOCAL DEALER HERE IN VA. beach.
TO MY SUPRISE IT WORKED FINE IN THE DRY SAND. FOUND LOTS OF CHANGE IN 4 DAYS AND 2 SILVER WEDDING BANDS ALMOST PAY FOR IT.
ME NEVER GIVE UP.
TO MY SUPRISE IT WORKED FINE IN THE DRY SAND. FOUND LOTS OF CHANGE IN 4 DAYS AND 2 SILVER WEDDING BANDS ALMOST PAY FOR IT.
ME NEVER GIVE UP.
Some of these stories are real nightmares!
Like in that dream when a big monster is breaking into your house, you manage to find the 12ga, but the only shells you can find are all 20ga!
I hate that dream!...thats why I keep an axe handle beside my bed, I figure the simpler the better when it comes to monsters, and detecting...at least a guy goes down swinging something..
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Mud
Like in that dream when a big monster is breaking into your house, you manage to find the 12ga, but the only shells you can find are all 20ga!
I hate that dream!...thats why I keep an axe handle beside my bed, I figure the simpler the better when it comes to monsters, and detecting...at least a guy goes down swinging something...Mud
Tim_on_Long_Island
Member
I only had limited time to metal detect , 2 hours before work.., and drove to the beach..long walk to the water line, walked along the water's edge looking for a deep pocket, turned on the detector . After 5 minutes of usage, my detector went out. I forgot to charge my battery beforehand.. long walk back,,
Reading these stories, with a little sorry for you and with a slight smile, I remembered ...
I was washing my hands and my equipment in a trough for horses. I did not saw a thin wire crossing over water. When I bend over to wash felt a strong blow to the head,
I fell on my ass and take a few seconds to react, it was an "invisible" electric pastor. It was not me nothing, nothing happened to me, It was not me nothing, nothing happened to me, It was not me nothing,I did not take anything,
I think ...
I have also forgotten to charge the battery Detector, Sov but always carry spares and sometimes are loaded...
Wear several outlets trying to make a video for you friends with the GoPro camera ... but being in my head ... sometimes not turn on, not turn off, change to photo mode X% & $ / (% & · "failure ... of time you have to wait ...
I like this post winter, when you can not hunt, it's good entertainment ... ah! the spring is near, 3 days with nice sun
I was washing my hands and my equipment in a trough for horses. I did not saw a thin wire crossing over water. When I bend over to wash felt a strong blow to the head,
I fell on my ass and take a few seconds to react, it was an "invisible" electric pastor. It was not me nothing, nothing happened to me, It was not me nothing, nothing happened to me, It was not me nothing,I did not take anything, I think ...I have also forgotten to charge the battery Detector, Sov but always carry spares and sometimes are loaded...
Wear several outlets trying to make a video for you friends with the GoPro camera ... but being in my head ... sometimes not turn on, not turn off, change to photo mode X% & $ / (% & · "failure ... of time you have to wait ...
I like this post winter, when you can not hunt, it's good entertainment ... ah! the spring is near, 3 days with nice sun
I hadn't initially posted on this thread as through out my 40 + years enjoying this hobby I have done so many stupid things, many of them already mentioned, that I couldn't recall them all. I did a stupid thing yesterday, though. I was a believer!
My buddy Chris and I were hunting an old park that we hadn't been to for a while and is noted for yielding some nice old coins. In Fact, I had found a 1865 2 cent piece on it last fall and know of several Seated coins dug there. Anyway, by late morning we hadn't been finding much and knew from the weather forecast that a round of rain was about do, so I was swinging along trying to cover some ground. After digging what turned out to be a piece of can slaw, I noted Chris kneeling and peering down into a hole he had just dug with his camera out and he glanced in my direction and gave me the "thumbs up" silver sign we use between for digging a good target. I refilled my hole and wondered over to him and he pointed down in the 10" or so deep hole he had dug and I spotted a silver dime sticking out of piece of mud. He said to me, "What is it?" I reached into the hole and picked up the well worn coin and handed it to him. He looked at it and said, "it looks like a Seated, but I can't see the date," and handed it to me. I looked at it and said, "man, that is a 1838 Draped bust dime. My eyes weren't to good either, or memory, as it turned out to be a 1834. (1837 actually was the last year they made the Bust dime)
Well, that got the ole adrenalin going and I rechecked my settings, did a fresh ground balance and slowed way down just inching my way alone hoping for his Draped bust's sister. It wasn't to be, however, and 15 minutes later the skies opened up with some pretty heavy rain and we headed for my vehicle. As we were walking back to my Edge and I was congratulating him again he pulled out a coin folder that was marked 1834 Bust dime and he told me he had bought it on fleebay to use for just such an occasion. I had gotten him pretty good with a tall tale about a year ago, so it was pay back time. And I will admit, he got me good. HH jim tn
My buddy Chris and I were hunting an old park that we hadn't been to for a while and is noted for yielding some nice old coins. In Fact, I had found a 1865 2 cent piece on it last fall and know of several Seated coins dug there. Anyway, by late morning we hadn't been finding much and knew from the weather forecast that a round of rain was about do, so I was swinging along trying to cover some ground. After digging what turned out to be a piece of can slaw, I noted Chris kneeling and peering down into a hole he had just dug with his camera out and he glanced in my direction and gave me the "thumbs up" silver sign we use between for digging a good target. I refilled my hole and wondered over to him and he pointed down in the 10" or so deep hole he had dug and I spotted a silver dime sticking out of piece of mud. He said to me, "What is it?" I reached into the hole and picked up the well worn coin and handed it to him. He looked at it and said, "it looks like a Seated, but I can't see the date," and handed it to me. I looked at it and said, "man, that is a 1838 Draped bust dime. My eyes weren't to good either, or memory, as it turned out to be a 1834. (1837 actually was the last year they made the Bust dime)
Well, that got the ole adrenalin going and I rechecked my settings, did a fresh ground balance and slowed way down just inching my way alone hoping for his Draped bust's sister. It wasn't to be, however, and 15 minutes later the skies opened up with some pretty heavy rain and we headed for my vehicle. As we were walking back to my Edge and I was congratulating him again he pulled out a coin folder that was marked 1834 Bust dime and he told me he had bought it on fleebay to use for just such an occasion. I had gotten him pretty good with a tall tale about a year ago, so it was pay back time. And I will admit, he got me good. HH jim tn
Eric in RI
New member
I've done many stupid things and still do! Here's a few that come to mind:
One time I was digging a signal in the woods with a bunch of leaves on the ground, I stuck my digger thru the leaves to cut a plug and proceeded to cut thru my headphone wire, doh!
Another time I left my pin-pointer on top of my car while loading up the car. I got a half mile down the road and when I came to a stop sign, I saw my pin pointer slide down my windshield before my very eyes lol! Luckily it still worked after the abuse it just went thru. My hunting buddy did the same thing with the same pin-pointer (I gave it to him after I bought another one). He never found his...
Another time I was detecting with my buddy in the woods and we had to cross a brook to get to the other side where we wanted to hunt. I was crossing this downed tree to get across, lost my balance and stepped into 2 feet of gross water. History repeated itself about 5 years later trying to cross a swampy area in the woods. I lost my balance again and my feet went about a foot into the mud. I lifted my foot out of the mud fine, but without my sneaker.
My hunting buddy and I hit the park one day. We hunted for about an hour before deciding to change spots. We walked back to the car and my buddy had forgotten to close my passenger side door, luckily nothing was missing from the car!
One time I was digging a signal in the woods with a bunch of leaves on the ground, I stuck my digger thru the leaves to cut a plug and proceeded to cut thru my headphone wire, doh!
Another time I left my pin-pointer on top of my car while loading up the car. I got a half mile down the road and when I came to a stop sign, I saw my pin pointer slide down my windshield before my very eyes lol! Luckily it still worked after the abuse it just went thru. My hunting buddy did the same thing with the same pin-pointer (I gave it to him after I bought another one). He never found his...
Another time I was detecting with my buddy in the woods and we had to cross a brook to get to the other side where we wanted to hunt. I was crossing this downed tree to get across, lost my balance and stepped into 2 feet of gross water. History repeated itself about 5 years later trying to cross a swampy area in the woods. I lost my balance again and my feet went about a foot into the mud. I lifted my foot out of the mud fine, but without my sneaker.
My hunting buddy and I hit the park one day. We hunted for about an hour before deciding to change spots. We walked back to the car and my buddy had forgotten to close my passenger side door, luckily nothing was missing from the car!