It is wrong to complain about Indiana detecting weather in January. Our usual detector weather keeps us locked up inside, dreaming of hunts and cleaning our clad. This year, it has been warm. I found my first coin on New Year's day. Lately, though rain, snow, and thawing have put us pretty much under water. Yesterday there was a hint of sunshine. I had my F75 and my fresh from Fisher "new stock coil" ready to go. I hunted an old school site from an 1877 map. My first hunt on January 1 brought me a nice 1897 dime from this spot. I sloshed, waded, and wandered through this swampy field and came away with two cents. They were dirty and caked with mud, but I knew they were old.
I decided to hit another spot nearby where the map showed an old house and the evidence agreed. Lots of signals, pottery, brick, and broken glass. There was water standing on top of most of the rows in the field. I was using the F75 on boost and was pleased to pull signals even when I was crossing the stubble of the rows. I heard a very distinctive tone and knew that I was about to find something I would like. The VDI agreed and I got ready to welcome an Indian back to the light. Cut to plug deep and was pleased when I found the coin was still in the hole. One more deep dig and it was out on the soupy ground. Mud is a challenge to digging and finding but I saw this one right away. I barely wiped it and could see the Indian looking back at me. I slipped it into my pocket with my earlier two finds and headed for the car.
Back home I realized with kind of a sick feeling that there were only two coins in my pocket. I'm not sure if it is a rule but it must be that when you only have three coins and lose one, it has to be the good one. The Indian was nowhere to be found. My two earlier "old coins" from a great spot were 1980s Memorials. I guess I have the satisfaction that the F75 did what it was meant to do. On the bright side, I know there is at least one nice Indian waiting for me back at that old house site. My buddies very carefully place their finds in a plastic bottle, stuffed with cotton. Suddenly it seems like a great idea.
Don
HH
I decided to hit another spot nearby where the map showed an old house and the evidence agreed. Lots of signals, pottery, brick, and broken glass. There was water standing on top of most of the rows in the field. I was using the F75 on boost and was pleased to pull signals even when I was crossing the stubble of the rows. I heard a very distinctive tone and knew that I was about to find something I would like. The VDI agreed and I got ready to welcome an Indian back to the light. Cut to plug deep and was pleased when I found the coin was still in the hole. One more deep dig and it was out on the soupy ground. Mud is a challenge to digging and finding but I saw this one right away. I barely wiped it and could see the Indian looking back at me. I slipped it into my pocket with my earlier two finds and headed for the car.
Back home I realized with kind of a sick feeling that there were only two coins in my pocket. I'm not sure if it is a rule but it must be that when you only have three coins and lose one, it has to be the good one. The Indian was nowhere to be found. My two earlier "old coins" from a great spot were 1980s Memorials. I guess I have the satisfaction that the F75 did what it was meant to do. On the bright side, I know there is at least one nice Indian waiting for me back at that old house site. My buddies very carefully place their finds in a plastic bottle, stuffed with cotton. Suddenly it seems like a great idea.
Don
HH
good luck!