Today is Friday and my day off. So it was out of the house and around the town for some urban junk-ets. Hal had the fever to hit some cleared lots around town so after the obligatory whining from me, away we went. We didnt find much, and were dogged by some bad luck, to boot.
Hal, it seemed, had traded off his beach sweeper coil for a sniper coil on the Golden. Okay, that seems like a good thing, I guess...whatever floats your boat. But when he turned on the Golden, it gave out an ear piercing squeal loud enough to wake the dead.
"Hal, plug the heapdphones into that thing!" I hollered. "You wanna get every wino and crackhead in the neighborhood over here?!"
At the sound, I eyed the bunch of boozy corner-loungers we'd spied as we drove up. They were going about their business, shouting at each other and passing around their bottle in it's paper bag wrapper. Apparently they hadn't heard the racket.
"It aint me - something's wrong with this thing! I hope my detector's alright." He was shaking the Golden and waving it around in the air.
"Well, did it do that at home, when you tested it out?" Blank stare - dead silence - crickets chirping....
"You did test it first, didn't you?" I asked.
"Well, uh, no. The guy said it was a good one."
"Oh good grief (or words to that affect)! Man, you gotta be SURE of your equipment, bro. Wanna go home and get your other coil?"
"No, I dont wanna go back. Danged, so much for this hunt," he said.
"Naw, man, just use my Vaquero. It's got the small coil on it, so you're good. " I had brought it along, hoping to use the small coil it was fitted with - now Hal could use it.
Moral: ALWAYS test your gear before you leave home.
SO we hit the lot, after a bit more fussing and noodling around. I found an astonishing number of screwcaps and herring tins, surprising as the lot LOOKED like it had the first 3" of topsoil scraped off at some point. Looks can be deceiving. I did find a cheap bracelet and a few cents but that was it.
Sadly, that is pretty much how the day went. A few grubby coins and a lot of trash on several cleared lots. Even our old trusty beach site turned up doodly. Well, there's always tomorrow.
Just some of the "treasure" I found...
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Hal, it seemed, had traded off his beach sweeper coil for a sniper coil on the Golden. Okay, that seems like a good thing, I guess...whatever floats your boat. But when he turned on the Golden, it gave out an ear piercing squeal loud enough to wake the dead.
"Hal, plug the heapdphones into that thing!" I hollered. "You wanna get every wino and crackhead in the neighborhood over here?!"
At the sound, I eyed the bunch of boozy corner-loungers we'd spied as we drove up. They were going about their business, shouting at each other and passing around their bottle in it's paper bag wrapper. Apparently they hadn't heard the racket.
"It aint me - something's wrong with this thing! I hope my detector's alright." He was shaking the Golden and waving it around in the air.
"Well, did it do that at home, when you tested it out?" Blank stare - dead silence - crickets chirping....
"You did test it first, didn't you?" I asked.
"Well, uh, no. The guy said it was a good one."
"Oh good grief (or words to that affect)! Man, you gotta be SURE of your equipment, bro. Wanna go home and get your other coil?"
"No, I dont wanna go back. Danged, so much for this hunt," he said.
"Naw, man, just use my Vaquero. It's got the small coil on it, so you're good. " I had brought it along, hoping to use the small coil it was fitted with - now Hal could use it.
Moral: ALWAYS test your gear before you leave home.
SO we hit the lot, after a bit more fussing and noodling around. I found an astonishing number of screwcaps and herring tins, surprising as the lot LOOKED like it had the first 3" of topsoil scraped off at some point. Looks can be deceiving. I did find a cheap bracelet and a few cents but that was it.
Sadly, that is pretty much how the day went. A few grubby coins and a lot of trash on several cleared lots. Even our old trusty beach site turned up doodly. Well, there's always tomorrow.
Just some of the "treasure" I found...
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I had a similar happen to me a few years ago. I had stopped to pick up a buddy to go hunting and opened the trunk of the car. After a few minutes he said lets go, so I closed the trunk and we left. When we got where we were going and had put coats on and etc., I noticed that he was just milling around and ask whats wrong. He said I think I forgot my gun! well we took turns that day bird dogging for each other. Of course he has never forgot this - Hmmmmmmm. Bill in Texas 