Metal Detecting Dirty Tricks & Deeds Done Cheap - Your Favorite?

[Terry Soloman]

I'm a certified dirty deed guy, and have been known to play practical jokes on my fellow metal detectors for a good laugh. Everything from putting a dime or brass BB in a buddy's coil cover, to recovering a "gold coin" in a buddy's hole after he replaced the plug and moved on. Am I the only one?

 

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[GB1]

i buried a small pocket spill containing 5 silver dimes,some older jeffs,and buffs.And my cousin was trying my detector out when they uncovered it their look was priceless until i couldn't keep a straight face no more

 

[Icewing]

I just like to throw the clad pennies that I dig out in front of my digging partner while he's not looking.

 

[Davers]

Me no 'tho I do have a sense of humor ' the only time I did something like that was when I was 12 or 13 & got a $20 Radio Shaq "Cheap Detector, was was Po." I wanted to trade it to a friend for a Cool CO-2 BB Revolver & I threw out Quarters so he could easily find them & we did the deal.

Funny someone later broke into our Apt & stole only the BB Gun, I always believed they thought it was real (look through our mail-slot) ? But Now

 

[lairmo]

Around a decade ago I found a CW era camp in the woods. Hunted with my brother a few times then invited a couple cousins to hunt it with us. I had bought a few "Confederate Gold" coins at Silver Dollar City in Branson and planted them around the area before my cousins showed up. My cousin Dan found one and was so excited that he took off to show his family leaving the rest of us dying of laughter and not being able to tell him the truth because non of us had a cell phone on us at the time. He found out a few hours later and threatened me with death...LOL
A few weeks later we went to hunt it again. This time, Dan had planted a coin under a semi-fresh cow pile and asked me to come check his signal. I said it sounds good and he pretty much said "not digging it" because of the cow-pie. I scooted the pie to the side and checked the signal...different but still a good sound. A few inches down I found a tiny silver ring with a ruby in it!!!: http://www.treasurenet.com/forums/my-best-finds/111086-pre-post-civil-war-camp.html (ring pics second post)... Dan was so mad he actually reached into the pie to show me had planted the coin. Dan hates me...lol....

 

[Minelab Matt]

On one occasion, i bought some chocolate coins..you know, the ones with the gold foil on them.

well, I ate the chocolate and very carefully wrapped up 5 2p coins so they looked like gold coins.

Buried them 12 inches apart on the beach about 6 inches deep where i know this guys goes detecting every single night without fail.

1% of the reason was for a joke 99% of the reason was because he is the grumpiest most ignorant BLEEP i've met...lol




Matt

 

[Rookster]

I have a guy hunting one of my permissions and for a little fun I bury lawnmower hit coins (3or4) different ones in an old plastic RX container knowing he’ll be back soon. I also post a little note inside.

 

[DDancer]

Sometimes its best to do it as a group affair~~

Some years ago I was with a group in Western Australia prospecting some open ground near an old mine. Myself and my mates had been with this group for some time and privately we'd noted a number of them with terrible cases of Gold Fever. There were three of us in this group initially, myself American, my partner also American and a newbie at the time and our Australian friend. People were finding bits all over and of course at the campfire those nights even the slightest hint of where one found the gold the "Sea Gulls" would flock the next day. Gold Fever is a terrible thing to behold.

Well there happened to be a dry creek running behind the camp and a couple of the Sea Gulls had detected it and found little. I gave it a try and got several bits out of thier boot marks. Privately one morning my friends and I had a discussion. My american partner had never detected a creek and wanted to do so and by agreement the Aussie and I let him have it. Well to say my partner could literally trip over gold is an understatement. Before the campfire that evening he pulled us aside and showed us a half dozen nuggets, good sized ones, that he'd gotten out of the creek. After carefull consideration we agreed that he would report a lot of work for no effort in the creek for the next 3 days and only show trash while the Aussie and I would collect a bit of trash ourselves. Oh we got some gold but it was fun collecting boot tacks, wire and shotgun pellets for a few days.

So at the campfire the Sea Gulls like to conduct their friendly interrogation. Mind you these are actually very good people and its quite fun to spar with them but a pain to find them on your patch the next morning. Well my partner reports his finds and shows a bit of "Cool" trash, buttons and what not, while receiving a bit of derision for his choice of prospect. Tongue in cheek we all smile and say tomorrow will be a better day.

Camp fire three we get together and set my partner up with some of his bigger stuff, and he scored great, to show off to the Sea Gulls. My partner felt pretty good that he'd cleaned out what he could so it was OK to drop the bomb. Oh it was exciting that night at the fire and the interrogation was intense. Such praise to make up for two nights of "you'll do better tomorrow".

So three mates got up extra early the next morning knowing that the Sea Gulls would not be about till after thier morning Cuppa. Up the creek we scooted planting all number of things, up the hill and met up to have a rest and wait with radio's on. While we waited outta the bushes popped up our fourth mate, not a Sea Gull, who caught wind we were up to no good. Still don't know how but he sniffed us out and we told him the gig. So the sun comes up, morning Cuppa is over, and the radio starts to chatter while four mates with big "The Cat Ate the Canary" grins listened to them thrash up the creek. Decrying junk target after target over the radio and occasionally out loud from a half K away.

Well discretion called for a hasty retreat and the Camp Fire that night was Wide Eyed Innocence on our part and a good laugh. See we had other things to do and a bit of gold to show for it

 

[Tom Slick]

Back in the 90's when I was a White's dealer, I used to laminate my Business card along with a penny and bury them on the Beaches for advertisement.

 

[GB1]

Back in the 90's when I was a White's dealer, I used to laminate my Business card along with a penny and bury them on the Beaches for advertisement.

that is a very funny there

 

[A2coins]

How about an old rusty metal box filled with washers once the lock is broke the heart is broke. would I do that

 

[oneguy]

not really a metal detecting trick but back in my college days I was down by the river and stumbled onto a tackle box that was half full of real looking play money.....most likely some little kids stash? For a few seconds I'd thought I'd found some holdup loot or drug money. Thought I'd hit the lottery!!!! So I now had all this play money and had months of fun dropping paper around town on sidewalks and watching folks pick it up then the expression once they figured it out. I'd also leave big tips in restaraunts. Once I put a bunch in a small bag and left it on the sidewalk for a passerby. The real funny part (in retrospect) is when I got held at gunpoint, ruffed up by cops (they kicked me and cracked my rib), thrown in the squad car, taken to 3 Quickie Stops where the cashiers ID'ed me as NOT the robber (thank god). Right before the cops released me they handed me back my wallet but opened it up first for a peek. The cop sees all this play money and with a dirty look he asks "what's with all this play money?" I says "because I ain't got no real money"...…..