BuckleBoy
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- Fisher F75, Whites DualField PI, Fisher 1266-X and Tesoro Silver uMax
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Hello All,
This past week I went hunting with the guy who got me started in this Great hobby over 17 years ago. It was the first time we'd hunted together in a long time, so I lined up a site or two, and he did the same, and we got out diggin' twice during the week. I wanted to see if I could keep up with the guy after a lot of hours detecting and some good finds under my belt. (He used to detect circles around me.
)
Well, it was tough. He nailed some good CW relics and I did the same on our first trip out. You'd think that two decades and a knee replacement would've slowed this guy down, but not so. He is a Master at the top of his game.
We hopped in his truck--which was new when we first started hunting together, but now was rusting out a bit and had no A/C. :P
It was a beautiful drive to our spot:
We jumped out and hit the pasture on the outskirts of the camp. I got lucky and walked over two targets in the first 30 minutes or so--a complete shoulder scale button mechanism, and a nice dropped three-ringer. (If I hadn't had this good fortune, I wouldn't have been able to keep up with him!) I was quite pleased to see the scale button, because I do not have a complete one in my collection yet--only pieces of them.
My third signal there, after I dug the plug I saw a thick iron piece sticking out of it--and my first thought was "Ram Rod!" I cut the plug wide and gave it a tug, but it was only four inches long.![:-\](https://www.treasurenet.com/smilies/undecided.gif "Undecided :-\")
I still wonder if it is a piece of one. It is too thick to be a piece of fence wire.
After hunting a bit more in the pasture, we hit the woods. The lead kept coming at a more or less steady pace. Here's a photo of my mentor hunting for the CW goodies with a passion:
Pretty soon, I heard him say "I think I've got a nickel." I walked over to him to take a look (his eyesight isn't what it used to be). I knew before I got there that it would be a shield nickel, and it was.
We hunted a good while there, then stopped for a sandwich and hit the road. Here's a photo of the finds for the hunt:
The next outing was a housesite hunt, and to be honest, we spread ourselves a little too thin. We ended up with more sites than we could hunt, and one property owner told us that we could hunt his yard if we wished (there was only new clad there
). We then took a short drive to a spot that the owner had told us a little story about: Back in the 50s, two kids that were always in trouble with the law had robbed a nearby store and walked away with a few pocketfulls of half dollars. When they got back home to their parent's log cabin that night, the police pulled in and knocked on the door. Both boys ran out the back door with their loot, tossing it out somewhere in the field behind the house to get rid of the evidence. The property owner had been told this by one of the culprits himself, but he didn't know if any or all of the half dollars had been recovered by the lawbreakers at a later date.
When we got to the field, only half of it was huntable. The other half had hay on it. So we hunted for an hour or two, stopping occasionally to dig a Great signal and find an aluminum can. I figured we couldn't go wrong to at least check out such a great, firsthand story like that. The other half of the field will be there waiting for us still, as well as the cabin site itself (which was overgrown with weeds and poison ivy).
Then we hit a spot where there was a sledding run back in the 40s and 50s, hoping to snag a silver or two and save the day. Here's a few photos of the hill we were working:
We ended up with a pocket full of wheaties and I got a little silver.
It was pretty new compared to what I usually find, but I wasn't about to throw it back. 
Best Wishes,
Buckles
This past week I went hunting with the guy who got me started in this Great hobby over 17 years ago. It was the first time we'd hunted together in a long time, so I lined up a site or two, and he did the same, and we got out diggin' twice during the week. I wanted to see if I could keep up with the guy after a lot of hours detecting and some good finds under my belt. (He used to detect circles around me.
) Well, it was tough. He nailed some good CW relics and I did the same on our first trip out. You'd think that two decades and a knee replacement would've slowed this guy down, but not so. He is a Master at the top of his game.
We hopped in his truck--which was new when we first started hunting together, but now was rusting out a bit and had no A/C. :P
It was a beautiful drive to our spot:
We jumped out and hit the pasture on the outskirts of the camp. I got lucky and walked over two targets in the first 30 minutes or so--a complete shoulder scale button mechanism, and a nice dropped three-ringer. (If I hadn't had this good fortune, I wouldn't have been able to keep up with him!) I was quite pleased to see the scale button, because I do not have a complete one in my collection yet--only pieces of them.
My third signal there, after I dug the plug I saw a thick iron piece sticking out of it--and my first thought was "Ram Rod!" I cut the plug wide and gave it a tug, but it was only four inches long.
I still wonder if it is a piece of one. It is too thick to be a piece of fence wire.After hunting a bit more in the pasture, we hit the woods. The lead kept coming at a more or less steady pace. Here's a photo of my mentor hunting for the CW goodies with a passion:
Pretty soon, I heard him say "I think I've got a nickel." I walked over to him to take a look (his eyesight isn't what it used to be). I knew before I got there that it would be a shield nickel, and it was.
We hunted a good while there, then stopped for a sandwich and hit the road. Here's a photo of the finds for the hunt:The next outing was a housesite hunt, and to be honest, we spread ourselves a little too thin. We ended up with more sites than we could hunt, and one property owner told us that we could hunt his yard if we wished (there was only new clad there
). We then took a short drive to a spot that the owner had told us a little story about: Back in the 50s, two kids that were always in trouble with the law had robbed a nearby store and walked away with a few pocketfulls of half dollars. When they got back home to their parent's log cabin that night, the police pulled in and knocked on the door. Both boys ran out the back door with their loot, tossing it out somewhere in the field behind the house to get rid of the evidence. The property owner had been told this by one of the culprits himself, but he didn't know if any or all of the half dollars had been recovered by the lawbreakers at a later date. When we got to the field, only half of it was huntable. The other half had hay on it. So we hunted for an hour or two, stopping occasionally to dig a Great signal and find an aluminum can. I figured we couldn't go wrong to at least check out such a great, firsthand story like that. The other half of the field will be there waiting for us still, as well as the cabin site itself (which was overgrown with weeds and poison ivy).
Then we hit a spot where there was a sledding run back in the 40s and 50s, hoping to snag a silver or two and save the day. Here's a few photos of the hill we were working:
We ended up with a pocket full of wheaties and I got a little silver.
It was pretty new compared to what I usually find, but I wasn't about to throw it back. Best Wishes,
Buckles
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