BigWaveDave
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I have lost count how many times I have hunted this particular lawn, it is still my honey hole, with all the goodies still coming to me... But this is getting silly.
I found another tootsie car, spoon, a brass buckle, and a key fob from a auto parts dealer out of Miami. Also pulled a 1920 Buffalo, my oldest readable date of that type. Also found a baggage name tag that belonged to the lady of the house from the 1940's.
So up along the front-side yard, beneath a tree, I was beeping along, I get this very faint, high pitched tone, a quick little chirp, with no reading on the VDI, the whole screen was basically blank. Over and over I scanned, sometimes I heard it, other times I didn't. I changed position swinging, and lost the signal. I remained persistent in regaining the signal, couldn't really pinpoint the target, as the scale would only read half-way at the most. I got down and started digging, I get 6 inches down, re-scan and get the same iffy chirp. My gut feeling is this could be a goody, but I am dog-tired after 5 hours. I commit to making this my last target of the day, then nap time. Back to getting deeper with my diggy tool, now my tector is telling me 87-88-89-87-90-88, bouncing around, but louder, and still deep. Finally the prointer hits on the target, still not quite on it. More digging....I'm on it...I gotta be a foot deep with this,... A reeded edge!!! Gotta be a quar...HOLY CRAP!!!! 1937 Walker!
I love this machine!!!
Thanks for looking!
I found another tootsie car, spoon, a brass buckle, and a key fob from a auto parts dealer out of Miami. Also pulled a 1920 Buffalo, my oldest readable date of that type. Also found a baggage name tag that belonged to the lady of the house from the 1940's.
So up along the front-side yard, beneath a tree, I was beeping along, I get this very faint, high pitched tone, a quick little chirp, with no reading on the VDI, the whole screen was basically blank. Over and over I scanned, sometimes I heard it, other times I didn't. I changed position swinging, and lost the signal. I remained persistent in regaining the signal, couldn't really pinpoint the target, as the scale would only read half-way at the most. I got down and started digging, I get 6 inches down, re-scan and get the same iffy chirp. My gut feeling is this could be a goody, but I am dog-tired after 5 hours. I commit to making this my last target of the day, then nap time. Back to getting deeper with my diggy tool, now my tector is telling me 87-88-89-87-90-88, bouncing around, but louder, and still deep. Finally the prointer hits on the target, still not quite on it. More digging....I'm on it...I gotta be a foot deep with this,... A reeded edge!!! Gotta be a quar...HOLY CRAP!!!! 1937 Walker!
I love this machine!!!
Thanks for looking!
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