SHERMANVILLE ILLINOIS
Gold Member
When I was an infant my Mother
dropped me on my head.
dropped me on my head.
We found our foil and tab ratio going through the roof, as the guys with discriminators were silver-mining the schools :P So I broke down and got a Garrett Groundhog (VLF/TR) in my high school years (late '70s). But AGAIN technology had some bad news for me, since those were the years that motion machines were coming out. We laughed when we saw guys swinging their coils like golf clubs, but stopped laughing when we saw what they were finding, and the depth they were getting. So I broke down in 1982 and got myself a motion machine: a Garrett ADS II. During the later '80s, I switched to Whites (Eagle, Spectrum, XLT, etc...), as they were getting better depth than their Garrett counterparts of those years. 

The front of the stone coffin was marble, with a large crusaders cross carved into it. The Air Police made me bury it. I found out later that Turkish archies came in and dug the area up, mapped and measured, then buried it all back up again. That all happened at the age of 10.