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the good old days, PT. 1

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My first use of a detector was an army mine detector with 4 transmit windings in KHE SAHN, outside the firebase. When it became our companies turn to mine sweep, I volunteered [against all old vets advice- NEVER volunteer]. The way we used it was to hold the 'head' about knee high, and walk as fast as you can without running. But it wasn't bad because you could see any digging from the night before
and in that case you stop and call combat engineers and they would blow it in place. NO, none of that probing with a bayonet they taught us in basic; this was the real world. It did not take me long to figure if it will hit a mine, it will find MONEY.
The first detector I bought was a D-TEX BFO, and it would find money, along with every other piece of junk imaginable. A friend had a FISHER 400 series VLF[NO DISC.], but it found everything also, especially trash, and did it at 3X THE DEPTH. I decided to do some serious research for my next machine. I contacted a guy named HERB JEFFRIES at his
drug store in Mission TX, and bought what I thought was the best hi trash discriminator on the market,
an A.H. ELECTRONICS Superpro with a 6" loop. Talk about bullet proof, the box was made of 1/8" aluminum, and it used 2- 9 volt batteries, 2X the size of a regular 9 volt, costing 4X the price, and only available at certain electronics stores. Now this detector had 8 knobs on the box and a fine tune knob in place of a retune switch. But I could follow the ground contours like you wouldn't believe. Only thing was that it drifted, and eventually you ran out of fine tuning, and had to back it off all the way, then increase the coarse adjustment, and you were ready to hunt. Now if I was in sunlight, it drifted louder, and in the shade it got quieter.
Another feature popular at that time was the VLF ground control doubling as the disc. control in TR disc mode. If you switched back and forth it had to be completely retuned, each time. But boy did I find the silver dimes in among the trash.
A friend had an old White's Coinmaster TR and the disc control faded in & out, causing it to disc right sometimes. It might correctly disc a tab , and 5 minutes later, without touching any knob, disc a silver dollar. One day he decided to get a serious detector, and I read everything, and recommended a GARRETT'S Deepseeker, which also had push button retune. The first time we go out with it, we hunt a parking lot for Jefferson County courthouse, and he finds 6 silver dimes and 4 pennies in one hole. Talk about beginner's luck! One day when it was cold and rainy, we decided to go hunt a football field, and I really wanted to hunt, even with tonsilitis and 101 temp.
After about 2 hours I completely wore myself out. I went to lie down on a bleacher, and a little later he called me over to check out a signal. I turned on my machine, and get no signal at the tab setting, and I
couldn't even get a signal at no disc. and full sens.
So I retune my detector in VLF All metal, and listening hard and knowing where the signal was, I got the barest whisper. Now he was using 3/4 sens., tab reject, and could pick it up 2 or 3 inches above the ground. So he digs it, and it was a sterling silver mouthpiece for a Tuba, about 8" deep.
The next day, I did 2 things, went to the V.A. Clinic, and borrowed enough money from my bank to buy 3 hi end detectors from Kellyco, and become a class 2 dealer. It was time to find out what worked, and what did not. Needless to say, one of the machines was a Deepseeker, and the 2 others were a Red BARON-7, and a FISHER 553. I wanted a Garrett Grand Master BFO with a multicoil, but they convinced me it would be impossible to sell. I still regret not getting one just to play with. Sold my Super Pro to some guy that lived at Gilchrist, TX. A.H. also made some radically
new machine called the QUINTRON, and to this day I don't know how it worked, but regret not getting one to try out. I HAD to get a RED BARON, because after reading their catalog, you thought it was a detector from another galaxy. While it was heavy, it did work as advertised, but you had to whip it about as fast as someone cutting sugarcane with a scythe. That thing must have used 8 filters or more, and it still loved steel bottlecaps; you had to go to aluminum screwcap to get rid of them, MAYBE. But I found out that on the ones that were turned into more rust than metal, the detector would null out in ALL METAL. And you could temporarily change modes when using the button in the end of the handle, AMAZING! more later
 
the patience to find stuff with those old detectors.
I bought an old thing from a buddy that had been detecting for years. I can not remember what it was.
I actually bought it from his daughter for 35 bucks and always felt I got screwed in the deal. I would have been lucky to find the bumper of a Buick with that sucker.
I traded it to my barber for an arrowhead and felt bad about it. I warned him.
I forgot about detecting for a few years and then borrowed a Fisher 1280X from a friend and took it diving. The rest is history for me.
I still have the 1280, a Shadow, an XLT and a CZ20. The 1280 is still my favorite, mostly because I know what it is telling me, from a few thousand hours a swinging it.
I use the XLT on land because it is much lighter and it finds me stuff.
I really have no desire to trade for anything different.
I just did not have the patience it took for those old boxes.
Thanks for the post.
With only one hand, you have to be one busy fella out there detecting <img src="/metal/html/shocked.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":shock"> or typing a story. Thanks! It is interesting
 
I worked with a Marine that was there during the Siege. Very interesting and I imagine Terrifying time!
He said he was there when his time IN COUNTRY was up, with no way to get out. He said a Chopper came in with a Col and he asked the pilot if he could get a hop out. The pilot said Hell no so he waited for the officer to come back and asked him. The officer said, Hell yes and he jumped in.
He said he left everything there on the hill, gear, rifle and all and was happy to see it gone.
I don't know if it is true but that is what he told me.
 
Nice story, Vlad!
My first detector was also an old green Garrett BFO, which would generally find everything made of metal if not buried too deeply, and it worked good for finding black sand but was otherwise useless for prospecting. I did briefly own a Red Baron before my house was robbed about 25 years ago, but never even had time to experiment before the thieves snatched it away. As you may remember from reading this forum, I'm currently struggling with a White's 5900/DI PRO sl, which is far too heavy but otherwise a fine all-around detector, even having a Hot Rock accept/reject feature, which is handy in Colorado.
And, yeah, I used an ancient SCR 625 mine detector while serving in the Engineer Corps in the mid-to-late 1940's and agree: in the real world, probing for mines with a bayonet would be just plain madness under combat conditions: "Here, sniper, sniper...!" They also loved to zero in on soldiers carrying flamethrowers, which was quite undestandable.
Regards from Ol' Frank M.
 
[The Garrett BFO was the mainstay in the mining industry for many years, and the plus on BFOs was that could tell the difference between metal and mineral easily. As to your 5900, that is a real good machine; have you tried body mounting it to reduce the swing weight? You want heavy, my Treasure Baron w/cointrax and deephunter module uses 16 batteries. And the housing is mounted in front of your hand and ABOVE the rod. I have considered making a box to put under the armrest, and running wires to it from the housing. I even considered mounting the detector upside down, to lower the center of gravity, but then the L.E.D.s are backwards, [as as is the mode switch] and partially blocked by the rod.......]
We did not have too bad a problem with snipers, because we had HUNS, PHANTOMS, and THUDS available with NAPALM, SNAKE-EYES, and CLUSTER BOMBS on call,
along with SPECTRES with MINI-GUNS; plus your run of the mill HUEY GUNSHIPS, which also carried BEAUCOUP 2.75 inch Rockets.Believe me, we could ruin your day , REAL QUICK. I carried the radio for the platoon because I read a map better than anyone, and could keep a running total of distance traveled, and direction, on the grid in my head. BELIEVE ME, if we got in trouble, we needed help,[and help did not include SHORT rounds] like 5 minutes ago, because, by definition SCOUTS are always out numbered and out gunned- the nickname for a Scout is BAIT.
One night we were moving, for no good reason, and the conditions were bad. Misty, full clouds, and our LT[ROTC] was trying to land navigate by stars and ground features that WERE not there. One of the short timers said, "screw this, I'm not moving another inch." The LT did not say a word and we kept going. Then 45 minutes later we come around some brush, and there sits the guy we left behind, and he is drinking coffee from his canteen cup, and laughing his ass off because we had just walked in a big circle. I was so pissed I reached up and pulled the quick releases, and blump, the radio hit the ground, followed by my M-16 which I threw down as hard as possible. The LT screams who did that, and I yelled back, "I did." We were about nose to nose screaming. But the funny thing was that one of the guys was sitting on the ground, eating a cold c-rat can of spaghetti, and his eyes were going back and forth between us like someone watching a pingpong game, but he just kept on eating. No, it did not come to blows, and me and the LT laughed about it later on.When we did figure out our location, the next day,we were right in the middle of minefield, and a major Impact Zone.I remember the next morning, about 10 meters from where me & the LT were bedded down, seeing the tail fins of a mortar round protruding from the ground.How we got out with no one being hurt is to this day, beyond me.
[Maybe there are Guardian Angels.] Just another day in the life.
I also remember our C.O. calling us his "KILLER ANGELS", because we all looked about 16, and if you saw us in civies you would have thought, bunch of high school freshmen, except for the short hair.
[God the ARMY was fun! We get to fire every weapon imaginable, blow up things, AND GET PAID DOING IT!]
I only made one mistake and that was getting out. It
was possible to lose a limb and stay in. Plus I had a 3 star general,a 2 star general a 1 star general, a chicken colonel, and beaucoup other officers, and CSMs, and NCOs in my corner. Believe me, when generals take their bats out of the closet and start swinging, people DUCK. My brigade commander, the chicken colonel, was in a similar fix as me. He literally had his right arm blown off by an RPG hitting his copter, as it was landing. He told me when he got to triage they told him they needed to remove the arm, and he pulled out his .45 from his pocket and said, and I'll never forget this, " I'll shoot the first son-of-a-bitch that tries it, and my men will shot any survivors." They must have believed him. He still had the arm 4 years later, but it was paralyzed from the shoulder down, kinda like BOB DOLE. He told me he was just marking time, waiting for his star.
All this attention gave me a dreadful fright, I mean
an E-5 is not accustomed to having a 3 star General[3 CORP Commander] knock on his [open] bedroom door, along with about 10 senior officers on his staff, asking permission to come in [and the other generals also did the same darn thing.]
I'm lying in bed 3 weeks after losing the arm, and this happens, and all I can think is ," boy am I in trouble now ", because I needed a haircut [my hair almost touched my ears] and I'm trying to get up and stand at attention, and using spit on my fingers to slick my hair back, and trying not to have a heart attack. I'm also wondering If one of the DOLLIES I managed to catch was somebody's daughter, OR WIFE. TALK ABOUT VIOLATING SOME PROTOCALS!![A lot of the DOLLIES were the wives of officers who were overseas or bored , and they needed something to do, so they volunteered to look in on us and lift our morale.] He asked if my Co. Commander had been by, and I lied and said yes. My CO, was one of the finest soldiers, and people I have ever known. I didn't want to get him in trouble, because he had an Infantry Co. to run, and did not need to waste time on someone who had an air conditioned room, hot meals, hot water, and[HOT] nurses and donut dollies who were literally fighting over me. FOR REAL!
This is were I met my infamous first wife, and we had an army wedding, which was a good thing, because that marriage was absolute war. But that was another time, and another place, and another person.
 
I'm enjoying this one Vlad, sorry bout your arm but thanks for being there!
Dave
 
a bit of a wild man. He was the most decorated man in a local VFW and that includes back to WW11. He was finally wounded when he an another guy stole a 6 by and went into Saigon to get drunk. On the way back he hit a pig and a farmer and rolled the truck over. It settled on his head and crushed most of the bones in his head.
After months in the hospital he was being sent home and the MP's grabbed him as he was boarding the plane. He had killed the civilian in the accident.
He said his Company commander came to bat for him, all his medals including the bronze star and many others didn't hurt either, and they discovered the poor farmer was a VC. The farmer probably did not know it but he was let off and sent home.
Sam always had a drinking problem and probably still does. He lives in Florida on a boat somewhere.
He would talk about his experiences when in the cups and it was interesting.
He was a screw up that just had a knack for staying alive I guess.
Thanks for an interesting post
 
Do you know we had a policy in NAM,of paying people for the lives of their accidently killed loved ones. We paid them$$$ per pound of the deceased? And the vietnamese took full advantage of it; turned out to be very popular.
 
stories and info on detectors are awesome and much appreciated! I particularily like the "real" non Hollywood war stories.
Wayne
 
and I must say I don't think I have ever seen you name on this forum, so "Welcome". Also, I don't detect, so some of this went right over my head, and all these other guys will tell you it's just because I am blonde......? But the sentences describing your army days makes me think how it could have been written from a number of my close friends, who didn't make it back from Vietnam to even tell us a story! Thank you, and I did enjoy your posts, and will look forward to more! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
Don't let anyone kid you about being a blond woman.
I've doing this 35+ years, and you never know it all, as I found out yesterday. Got in a NAUTILUS DMC-2B from RON at DIXIE DETECTORS. I put in new batteries and could not get it to work, and I even tried them on a battery tester to make sure they were alright.
So I emailed RON, that it did not work.
His reply, " DID YOU PLUG IN THE HEADPHONES?" DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I never noticed it had no SPEAKER built in, and don't you know he really enjoyed sending that email?
You want technical, go to the P.I. FORUM. The MAN HIMSELF, who invented P.I., ERIC FOSTER, regularly
answers questions. Now I'm an Industrial Engineer, but when he starts talking TECHNICAL, practical & theoritical, its like he is speaking language from another GALAXY! "BEAM ME UP SCOTTIE!" <IMG SRC="/metal/html/ujack.gif" BORDER=0 width=22 height=15 ALT="uj">
 
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