...Lately, I've been trying to come up with some new, un-hunted spots for me and my 'tectin buddy Hal to wade through. I dislike merely driving around looking for likely vacant lots or patches of woods. I wanna know, you know?
But whoever said research was the key to detecting success is pulling a con, I think. I reckon those folks are really just keeping all the good spots to themselves, and diverting the rest of us nimrods off into "researching" our own hot spots.
Today, I took the Vaquero on a few test runs, to some places on my old maps. These are verifiable by my old topo maps, gone before 1975, (some well before then) and way off the beaten path.
I came up with - - zilch. Nada. Nyet. As in doodly squat.
I feel kinda bad for old Hal; there aint many detectorists left around here but me and I'm coming up empty.
Hal is a die hard relichead, not really happy if he aint digging buttons and bullets.
Me? I'm more of a pulltab, foil and screwcap man. I'm happy at any school, tot-lot or ball field.
At one point, I was on my knees feverishly digging and praying to Electro, the Detecting God to cut me a break. All I wanted was ONE silver coin... that's not too much to ask, is it??
I'm fast thinking they have all been mysteriously transported to wherever other detectorists are. They find 'em over there, it seems... you see 'em posted all the time.
But those silver coins don't show up around here much. If I find one a month, I'm doing pretty good.
I hit about five separate places and I'm just glad I like this hobby for itself. The fresh air, sunshine and cool breezes are my reward.
If my enjoyment of it was tied to actually finding anything good... well, I may as well take up golf.
Here's most of the recovery pile from today, that which I hadn't already tossed in the junk bucket:
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Like I said, doodly squat. If I DO take up golf, I at least have some golf eggs now.
Ah well, chin up. Tomorrow is another day!
But whoever said research was the key to detecting success is pulling a con, I think. I reckon those folks are really just keeping all the good spots to themselves, and diverting the rest of us nimrods off into "researching" our own hot spots.
Today, I took the Vaquero on a few test runs, to some places on my old maps. These are verifiable by my old topo maps, gone before 1975, (some well before then) and way off the beaten path.
I came up with - - zilch. Nada. Nyet. As in doodly squat.
I feel kinda bad for old Hal; there aint many detectorists left around here but me and I'm coming up empty.
Hal is a die hard relichead, not really happy if he aint digging buttons and bullets.
Me? I'm more of a pulltab, foil and screwcap man. I'm happy at any school, tot-lot or ball field.
At one point, I was on my knees feverishly digging and praying to Electro, the Detecting God to cut me a break. All I wanted was ONE silver coin... that's not too much to ask, is it??
I'm fast thinking they have all been mysteriously transported to wherever other detectorists are. They find 'em over there, it seems... you see 'em posted all the time.
But those silver coins don't show up around here much. If I find one a month, I'm doing pretty good.
I hit about five separate places and I'm just glad I like this hobby for itself. The fresh air, sunshine and cool breezes are my reward.
If my enjoyment of it was tied to actually finding anything good... well, I may as well take up golf.
Here's most of the recovery pile from today, that which I hadn't already tossed in the junk bucket:
[attachment 111439 DSCF0021.JPG]
Like I said, doodly squat. If I DO take up golf, I at least have some golf eggs now.
Ah well, chin up. Tomorrow is another day!