Hit the field again, the one Hal and I spotted last Monday. I brought my new 'Relic-Tone' detector, also known as a Golden, and my trusty Vaquero.
I also brought along the Eagle II SL, as Hal fancied he wanted to have a go with it in the hopes of buying it. I've been planning to sell it anyway, and he is currently without a unit, having gotten himself in a pickle by trading off his last detector.
I kept tellin him, "Dont trade off that Silver Sabre uMax, Hal. Those are like gold and one of the must have detectors on anybody's list. You need to keep it." He didn't listen.
See, he got spoiled by the other Golden I traded him a few months ago and has come over to the dark side: TONES.
Like Mike Hillis says, "Tones Rule!"
Hal decided he agrees with Mike, and now won't be happy unless he has a detector with tone ID. So he jumped in with both feet and sold his SS uMax in order to pick up something with tones. Thinking the Eagle would be the ticket if I would sell it to him, we were gonna work a little deal. Today, I brought the Black Bird along and he took off across the field to give it a shakedown.
The hunt went along normally, but with few targets to speak of. We hunted it hard and worked pattern after pattern, but didn't really turn up much in the first hour or two. There was just enough good stuff to make us think something was bound to surface, and keep us hammering away.
I was in the zone and banging away on some rusty bit of crap when I see Hal shaking his head and grumbling, moving my way.
"Ding dangit! This darned Eagle just cut off on me! I don't know what happened."
"It's the batteries," I said. "It's always the batteries. You know the deal... nine out of ten detector problems can be sourced back to batteries.,,, yada yada yada. Here, Lemme try."
I punched the "go" button and she came on, humming away as usual. I gave it back to him."See. There you go."
He took it and in a few seconds he retorted, "It did it again!! See, I told you. It's gone crazy, cursed I tell ya'..."
"Naw, it's those new NiCads I have in there. They haven't even been cycled once yet - they're still on their intial charge. It takes 8-10 cycles before they reach their peak. They are liable to cut out like that. Lets put the backup set of alkalines in and you'll see."
But that was enough for Hal. He don't take many chances, that boy. Detector troubles to a field man are a death stroke and he is a bona-fide, sho-'nuff field man. He has officially decided that the Eagle just won't do. Ah, so it goes. Guess it's back up for sale!
"Take the Golden, man. I'll use the Eagle for awhile just to show you it's okay." I took off across the field with the Eagle churning away in my headset. No more problems from there out.
Doesn't matter - Hal doesn't want it. He's stubborn that way, I guess.
Hal latched onto that Golden faster than a june bug takes to a bug zapper. Away he went, rippin' up the dirt and swinging that white coil like a madman. Everytime I looked up, all I could see was that white coil going at it. That guy is a relic hound.... who now loves tones.
After a bit, I switched to the Vaquero as the balance of the Eagle starts to hurt my shoulder pretty quick. I hate getting old.
Like I said, guess I'll be selling it
For all our high hopes and the occasional good sign, we had to admit that our dreams of relic heaven weren't going to be realized on this field. Nothing reeally good surfaced. Eventually, the shadows grew long and we headed home, at least sure we had given it a good going over.
Hal called me later, to tell me he's trying to get another Golden. I sure hope he does....
Heres the trash:
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Iron galore, bullets, shotshells and even an old shoe. The shovel is cool, though. I got plans for that...
The gleanings:
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The item in front is some sort of silver plated escutcheon.
The escutcheon
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I also brought along the Eagle II SL, as Hal fancied he wanted to have a go with it in the hopes of buying it. I've been planning to sell it anyway, and he is currently without a unit, having gotten himself in a pickle by trading off his last detector.
I kept tellin him, "Dont trade off that Silver Sabre uMax, Hal. Those are like gold and one of the must have detectors on anybody's list. You need to keep it." He didn't listen.
See, he got spoiled by the other Golden I traded him a few months ago and has come over to the dark side: TONES.
Like Mike Hillis says, "Tones Rule!"
Hal decided he agrees with Mike, and now won't be happy unless he has a detector with tone ID. So he jumped in with both feet and sold his SS uMax in order to pick up something with tones. Thinking the Eagle would be the ticket if I would sell it to him, we were gonna work a little deal. Today, I brought the Black Bird along and he took off across the field to give it a shakedown.
The hunt went along normally, but with few targets to speak of. We hunted it hard and worked pattern after pattern, but didn't really turn up much in the first hour or two. There was just enough good stuff to make us think something was bound to surface, and keep us hammering away.
I was in the zone and banging away on some rusty bit of crap when I see Hal shaking his head and grumbling, moving my way.
"Ding dangit! This darned Eagle just cut off on me! I don't know what happened."
"It's the batteries," I said. "It's always the batteries. You know the deal... nine out of ten detector problems can be sourced back to batteries.,,, yada yada yada. Here, Lemme try."
I punched the "go" button and she came on, humming away as usual. I gave it back to him."See. There you go."
He took it and in a few seconds he retorted, "It did it again!! See, I told you. It's gone crazy, cursed I tell ya'..."
"Naw, it's those new NiCads I have in there. They haven't even been cycled once yet - they're still on their intial charge. It takes 8-10 cycles before they reach their peak. They are liable to cut out like that. Lets put the backup set of alkalines in and you'll see."
But that was enough for Hal. He don't take many chances, that boy. Detector troubles to a field man are a death stroke and he is a bona-fide, sho-'nuff field man. He has officially decided that the Eagle just won't do. Ah, so it goes. Guess it's back up for sale!
"Take the Golden, man. I'll use the Eagle for awhile just to show you it's okay." I took off across the field with the Eagle churning away in my headset. No more problems from there out.
Doesn't matter - Hal doesn't want it. He's stubborn that way, I guess.
Hal latched onto that Golden faster than a june bug takes to a bug zapper. Away he went, rippin' up the dirt and swinging that white coil like a madman. Everytime I looked up, all I could see was that white coil going at it. That guy is a relic hound.... who now loves tones.
After a bit, I switched to the Vaquero as the balance of the Eagle starts to hurt my shoulder pretty quick. I hate getting old.
Like I said, guess I'll be selling it
For all our high hopes and the occasional good sign, we had to admit that our dreams of relic heaven weren't going to be realized on this field. Nothing reeally good surfaced. Eventually, the shadows grew long and we headed home, at least sure we had given it a good going over.
Hal called me later, to tell me he's trying to get another Golden. I sure hope he does....
Heres the trash:
[attachment 112544 DSCF0059.JPG]
Iron galore, bullets, shotshells and even an old shoe. The shovel is cool, though. I got plans for that...
The gleanings:
[attachment 112545 DSCF0060.JPG]
The item in front is some sort of silver plated escutcheon.
The escutcheon
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