Received my new 12 x 15 SEF coil and was more than anxious to try it out. If it was anything like my 10 x 12...I knew I would be a happy camper.
I planned on taking it to some different sites...some of which I have previously hammered during field tests and hunts with other coils....so I knew it would be a challenge.
I also planned to do this field test with both the E-trac and the SE....just to see how it performed on each machine.
Hunt #1 came a day later than expected because of rain. A hunting buddy of mine...Kennon (silverfix)...had gotten permission for us to hunt some private property in the Champaign-Urbana area. The landowners were gracious with permission to others as well and told us it had been hunted a few times before...but that we were welcome to give it a "whirl"
I had gotten call early that morning that really shook me up. My aunt called and told me that my dad had been in a reck coming home from vacation in Huntsville, Alabama. She was contacted by dad who at the time was in an emergency vehicle on the way to the hospital...and all he told her was that he "thought" he was okay...then she got cut off.
It was driving me nuts worrying so I decided to go hunt to try and clear my head until I heard from someone.
I headed out to meet Kennon and took the ONLY the SE equipped with the 12 x 15 coil
I hunted all afternoon but It was now nearing sunset. I had 5 wheaties in the pouch from depths of 8" to as deep as 10"...but still no silver. It didn't matter to me though because hunting had cleared my head from worrying about my dad even if only for a few hours.
It had now hit me though...the day of hunting was almost over...so I began to get a little sick to my stomach worrying about Dad again.
Less than 5 minutes later as I was creeping back to the car with the SE...I got a tiny, chopped chirp through the pro gold headphones.
I piddled with the signal for a couple of minutes...then figured what the heck. My head was about to explode worrying about Dad...so might as well dig the target and clear my head one last time before quitting for the day.
I kinda' figured it could be deep iron...but it did hit in one little sweet spot...and I liked the sound...so it also had a very good shot at being a deep coin.
As I dug the plug...I didn't care...' cause it cleared my head again for a short time.
I got down about 8" and ran the probe. I was rewarded with a very sweet warble off to the bottom side of the hole.
I carefully rubbed a little bit of mud at a time away from the sweet spot. Another 1" down I caught the glimmer of silver standing nearly straight up.
I stuck the probe tip to the reeded rim...and the top of the probe was level with the rim of the hole...so from 9" down...and on edge...here is a good sized silver rim peeking up at me.
As I'm sitting there just enjoying seeing the rim peeking at me...still embedded in the hole...my cel phone rings so I grab it out of my pocket.
I glanced at it before answering it...and nearly passed out seeing the name flashing on the screen to show me who was calling. It said "MOM".
I can't explain to you what that did to me...but it literally made me sick...because as many of you know...my mom passed away nearly 2 years ago....and I have never had the courage to erase the name out of my cel phone contact list.
With trembling hands I answered it...and it was my Pops telling me he was okay
...and that his phone was damaged in the reck...so he had to call me from Mom's old phone which he kept charged...and tucked away in his travel bag anytime he went anywhere in case of emergency.
I didn't even know Mom's phone existed anymore..but it was just a very moving experience for me to get the call on "her" phone right at the exact time as I found the deep quarter on edge with the 12 x 15 SEF coil. Thanks Mom..and thanks for letting me know Pops was okay.
[attachment 158204 coins313.jpg]
The next day I went to site #2 with the E-trac... the old cabin site where in the past I have pulled out 2 bust dimes...seated dimes...seated quarter...etc. I was excited to see how the 12 x 15 would perform there.
When I got there I was disappointed though because the grass was already just too tall to get my coil close enough to the ground to do any good. I hunted for nearly 3 hours and must admit...I got skunked...completely. This had nothing to do with the coil or machine though. I was already losing nearly 4" of depth because of the tall grass before I even got started...so I never truly had a chance to hit any deepies.
A couple of days later took me to site #3 which I owe to "Heavy D" (Deeponedge). Thanks to my truck drivin'...droopy pants wearin'...research king...he found us a spot which is gonna' be a WINNER.
He's been looking for nearly 10 months for the exact location of this place...finally got it narrowed down...AND obtained permission for us to hunt it pretty much anytime we want as long as we check in with the owner before entering.
It had early activity...then was an old stagecoach stop for a while...then continued to thrive somewhat after the stage lines shut down. Looks to have had a lot of activity of some kind as early as the 1830's up until around 1920.
I can't tell you what it means to me to have a few friends who do the research "work" ...then are gracious enough to invite me into the "permission" ring.
Heavy D has also been kind enough to let me put many hours on his E-Trac which let me know just how easy to use it is.
My sites are drying up because I have pounded them doing field tests...parks are depleted...churches are off limits unless proper permission is obtained...my driving time to sites is very limited...so help from some true friends getting some sites lined up for me is truly appreciated.
After a quick "Howdy"...some excellent conversation with a super nice feller' (landowner)...then an appreciative hand shake...off Heavy D and I went.
We're not sure if we have the exact location pinned down...but Darrell feels he is very close. A lot of the area we had to hunt was pretty much like the cabin site...already grown too tall. There was a small stretch though that we could get our coils close enough to do some damage.
Todays weapon of choice was my faithful and favorite machine...my SE.
It wasn't long before Heavy D called me over to listen to a signal he had gotten with his E-Trac while using my Sunray X-12. I ran the SE and 12 x 15 combo over it...and got a pretty decent Injun' hit...and deep...around 8". I was impressed with the way the 12 x 15 locked on to the signal for such a large coil. I wasn't a weak signal...but it wasn't a strong signal either. What the 12 x 15 did though...was absolutely LOCK on...and I mean dead on.
Sure enough Heavy D popped out an 1882 Injun' so we got fired up.
After some fist pumpin' we both got down to huntin' again.
I was covering a LOT of ground with the 12 x 15 even though I was creeping along. I'm a firm believer that with the Explorers...the slower you go...the more previously masked deep coins you'll find. Within 20 minutes I got another dead on, locking signal. I thought it was an Injun' hit again...but was a little lower tone than the one Darrel had.
After digging down to right at 9"...out popped another Injun'. Mine though was a well worn 1880. I think this has to be my third one of these 1880's this year. Why couldn't it have been just 1 or 2 years older...lol.
30 minutes later Heavy D popped out his second Injun...this one an 1884...so now we knew we were in the right area to search.
We then went on an hour long dry spell before I finally got a very deep warble..and this one had the little high pitched "tinkle" to it that makes any silver hunter's hair stand on end. Again this signal wasn't soft...but it wasn't loud either. It just simply LOCKED on the mellow high pitched warble for me...and continued to lock on as I circled the target. The 12 x 15 SEF hits...then LOCKS on targets for me. It's gonna' do some damage on deep silver at some more of my sites.
I dug a plug and Heavy D started to help me carefully scrape away at the dark dirt. At the 9" level I ran the probe...and got the sweet warble right dead center at the bottom of the hole. Rubbed a little more dirt away...and from nearly 10" down came this worn old barber dime...and it was laying perfectly flat in the soil.
[attachment 158205 coins315.jpg]
Heavy D and I will definitely be going back to this place when we have more time. We now know we have a gold mine just waiting for us....and I feel confident that there are some older coins there to be found.
The fourth day took me to site #5...a park where I found an 1856 seated dime last year. In fact this was the very park where Guvner punked me out of a silver dime grand slam because he found the Merc I needed. I found two seated dimes that day...but couldn't come up with a Merc to complete the slam.
http://www.findmall.com/read.php?19,940528,940528#msg-940528
Today Guvner was again kind enough to drive over 2 hours to meet me and Hercules to hunt this park one more time. Again I want to say something about guvner...or "G" as I more appropriately call him. He is a SUPER nice guy and it means the world to me that he was willing to drive this distance to meet up and hunt with me at a park we both knew we would be lucky to salvage even one lousy wheatie out of. A friendship like this is invaluable to me...and I just wanted to say thanks to "G".
[attachment 158207 guvner12x152.jpg]
We didn't get there until 4:00 and hunted til we couldn't see anymore (8:00).
Fellers'...it was tuff huntin. Within 2 hours...G' was walking all slouched over to his left 'cause his pouch was so full of crap.
At one point he told me he was going to just bend down and dig this clad hit he got...just so he could get the first coin in the pouch. He then promptly popped out a nice flat aluminum can standing straight on edge from about 3". 
[attachment 158206 guvner12x15.jpg]
I said to him..."Right here is where an old blacksmith shop once stood"
G simply replied ..."I KNOW...look at my pouch"
He then called me over to see the crap in his weighted down pouch. Good Lord...he had every iron trinket known to man.
He pulled out this one big pointed piece of crap that had some plastic around it and said "What the heck is this...a fishing reel"?
I looked at it and said... "I swear I think it is actually one of those lights that are at the top of a pole you stick in your boat when fishing at night"
"G's" comment..."Hey..at least I stopped digging before I uncovered the rest of the boat".
I wasn't doin' much better. all I had in my pouch at this point was one lone wheatie which I thought for sure was an injun' when it came out of the ground. It was a 1910 though...so it sounded just like one.
We both knew this place was tough though because we had pounded it before. I had researched this spot well and knew we were hunting right over the area where the old blacksmith's shop was torn down many years ago. You have to be patient at these spots though...and I feel I am at my best when creeping and sifting through the nulls...'cause there is stuff hidin' there.
Finally I hit a very mushy spot that has water standing nearly every time we hunt here...so it hasn't been hit as hard. Last time I pulled a nice seated quarter love token from the wet muck while hunting with Crowduck and John Deer digger.
I hit a dead null in the mush...and got a very faint warble popping out of it. What was strange... was that after every warble and every pass...I got a low pitched pop from the 12 x 15 SEF coil which told me this target was right on the limit of detection depth. The depth meter showed only 6" though??
I carefully dug a plug in the muck and then ran the probe. I was rewarded with a warble that read 6-39...7-40...5-39 on the E-Trac. Now even on the E-trac...I hunt STRICTLY by sound alone. The only reason I am mentioning numbers is because they are flashing and annoying me while I'm glancing at the depth meter
Anyway...from only 6" down...BUT slanted and at the bottom right of the hole...comes this tiny silver disc. I popped on Guvner's glasses...rubbed some wet muck off...and we could see I had a half dime.
The date of 1854 goes right along with the 1856 dime I found here last year... and truly dates this site. From the research I did...the earliest and heaviest activity ocurred here in the early 1850's.
[attachment 158208 coins316.jpg]
I have to honestly say that if this thin, little 1854 critter was even another 1/2" deep...I don't think I would have hit it. I was truly amazed that a coil of this size could find a target this tiny...while being slanted at the bottom of the whole. The mark of a GREAT coil...and it also was very stable in the iron field.
What happened next?...well G decided he needed to help me hunt my spot like I helped him when he found the Barber half last year. In fact that's exactly what he told me He helped so much so that he was actually running his coil over the exact plug
. What did he get?...dead null just like I did...only the silver squeak was no longer there...'cause' it was in my pouch.
A few minutes later he called me over to listen to what he called..."one of your type of signals"...meaning one of the mixed up hits I love to try and find a sweet spot in.
I went over to it...we both had some fun with it...and both felt there was a big piece of crap there but also something else hidden underneath it. We were both able to pick out a nice high hit under the jumbled mess of sounds of the big target.
I bent down and began to dig "G's" mystery target for him. What unfolded next just about made me load my shorts. Of all things to find...only G could uncover such a treasure. From 6" down came a freakin' ancient, rusty DOORKNOB 
....again...yes...a FREAKIN' DOORKNOB...INTACT with the turning mecanism.
We just looked at each other and began laughing.
[attachment 158209 doorknob.jpg]
From underneath the crap though...came our high coin type hit...a silvery trinket of some kind. We aren't sure what it is...but it amazed us both that the machines let us hear that "sweet" sound come from under the doorknob.
I now had G's mighty treasure...(the doorknob) in one hand...and his silvery trinket in the other hand.
All I could do was stare at them...shake my head...and chuckle.
As I'm staring at his mighty treasures...I said to him..."this about sums it up...at the bottom of MY hole there's an 1854 half dime.......at the bottom of YOUR hole there's a freakin' doorknob... 
A short time later we called it a day. G and I then discussed our finds...and got a good laugh.
I said..."G...we got 2 fellers here....8 hours of huntin' between us...over $3000 worth of machines...and we dug up a bucketfull of crap....part of a stinkin' BOAT...a freakin' DOORKNOB...and just 2 coins.
Hey...we had fun though.
As for the 12 x 15 coil...all joking aside...it is an ABSOLUTE BIG COIL KEEPER!
It covers LOTS of ground...goes DEEEEP.... is VERY stable...VERY sensitive to small targets..and the hot strip in the center of the coil gives incredible SEPARATION for a large coil. Each and every coin pictured was found by me using the 12 x 15 SEF coil.
Good chance it will become my favorite large coil over time.
After we arrived back home...Herky was worn out. He jumped up on my bed...rooted until he messed up the blankets just how he wanted them...then plopped down on his side...giving me the goofy look you see here ...
[attachment 158210 herkytired2.jpg]
I planned on taking it to some different sites...some of which I have previously hammered during field tests and hunts with other coils....so I knew it would be a challenge.
I also planned to do this field test with both the E-trac and the SE....just to see how it performed on each machine.
Hunt #1 came a day later than expected because of rain. A hunting buddy of mine...Kennon (silverfix)...had gotten permission for us to hunt some private property in the Champaign-Urbana area. The landowners were gracious with permission to others as well and told us it had been hunted a few times before...but that we were welcome to give it a "whirl"
I had gotten call early that morning that really shook me up. My aunt called and told me that my dad had been in a reck coming home from vacation in Huntsville, Alabama. She was contacted by dad who at the time was in an emergency vehicle on the way to the hospital...and all he told her was that he "thought" he was okay...then she got cut off.
It was driving me nuts worrying so I decided to go hunt to try and clear my head until I heard from someone.
I headed out to meet Kennon and took the ONLY the SE equipped with the 12 x 15 coil
I hunted all afternoon but It was now nearing sunset. I had 5 wheaties in the pouch from depths of 8" to as deep as 10"...but still no silver. It didn't matter to me though because hunting had cleared my head from worrying about my dad even if only for a few hours.
It had now hit me though...the day of hunting was almost over...so I began to get a little sick to my stomach worrying about Dad again.
Less than 5 minutes later as I was creeping back to the car with the SE...I got a tiny, chopped chirp through the pro gold headphones.
I piddled with the signal for a couple of minutes...then figured what the heck. My head was about to explode worrying about Dad...so might as well dig the target and clear my head one last time before quitting for the day.
I kinda' figured it could be deep iron...but it did hit in one little sweet spot...and I liked the sound...so it also had a very good shot at being a deep coin.
As I dug the plug...I didn't care...' cause it cleared my head again for a short time.
I got down about 8" and ran the probe. I was rewarded with a very sweet warble off to the bottom side of the hole.
I carefully rubbed a little bit of mud at a time away from the sweet spot. Another 1" down I caught the glimmer of silver standing nearly straight up.
I stuck the probe tip to the reeded rim...and the top of the probe was level with the rim of the hole...so from 9" down...and on edge...here is a good sized silver rim peeking up at me.
As I'm sitting there just enjoying seeing the rim peeking at me...still embedded in the hole...my cel phone rings so I grab it out of my pocket.
I glanced at it before answering it...and nearly passed out seeing the name flashing on the screen to show me who was calling. It said "MOM".
I can't explain to you what that did to me...but it literally made me sick...because as many of you know...my mom passed away nearly 2 years ago....and I have never had the courage to erase the name out of my cel phone contact list.
With trembling hands I answered it...and it was my Pops telling me he was okay
...and that his phone was damaged in the reck...so he had to call me from Mom's old phone which he kept charged...and tucked away in his travel bag anytime he went anywhere in case of emergency.I didn't even know Mom's phone existed anymore..but it was just a very moving experience for me to get the call on "her" phone right at the exact time as I found the deep quarter on edge with the 12 x 15 SEF coil. Thanks Mom..and thanks for letting me know Pops was okay.
[attachment 158204 coins313.jpg]
The next day I went to site #2 with the E-trac... the old cabin site where in the past I have pulled out 2 bust dimes...seated dimes...seated quarter...etc. I was excited to see how the 12 x 15 would perform there.
When I got there I was disappointed though because the grass was already just too tall to get my coil close enough to the ground to do any good. I hunted for nearly 3 hours and must admit...I got skunked...completely. This had nothing to do with the coil or machine though. I was already losing nearly 4" of depth because of the tall grass before I even got started...so I never truly had a chance to hit any deepies.
A couple of days later took me to site #3 which I owe to "Heavy D" (Deeponedge). Thanks to my truck drivin'...droopy pants wearin'...research king...he found us a spot which is gonna' be a WINNER.
He's been looking for nearly 10 months for the exact location of this place...finally got it narrowed down...AND obtained permission for us to hunt it pretty much anytime we want as long as we check in with the owner before entering.
It had early activity...then was an old stagecoach stop for a while...then continued to thrive somewhat after the stage lines shut down. Looks to have had a lot of activity of some kind as early as the 1830's up until around 1920.
I can't tell you what it means to me to have a few friends who do the research "work" ...then are gracious enough to invite me into the "permission" ring.
Heavy D has also been kind enough to let me put many hours on his E-Trac which let me know just how easy to use it is.
My sites are drying up because I have pounded them doing field tests...parks are depleted...churches are off limits unless proper permission is obtained...my driving time to sites is very limited...so help from some true friends getting some sites lined up for me is truly appreciated.
After a quick "Howdy"...some excellent conversation with a super nice feller' (landowner)...then an appreciative hand shake...off Heavy D and I went.
We're not sure if we have the exact location pinned down...but Darrell feels he is very close. A lot of the area we had to hunt was pretty much like the cabin site...already grown too tall. There was a small stretch though that we could get our coils close enough to do some damage.
Todays weapon of choice was my faithful and favorite machine...my SE.
It wasn't long before Heavy D called me over to listen to a signal he had gotten with his E-Trac while using my Sunray X-12. I ran the SE and 12 x 15 combo over it...and got a pretty decent Injun' hit...and deep...around 8". I was impressed with the way the 12 x 15 locked on to the signal for such a large coil. I wasn't a weak signal...but it wasn't a strong signal either. What the 12 x 15 did though...was absolutely LOCK on...and I mean dead on.
Sure enough Heavy D popped out an 1882 Injun' so we got fired up.
After some fist pumpin' we both got down to huntin' again.
I was covering a LOT of ground with the 12 x 15 even though I was creeping along. I'm a firm believer that with the Explorers...the slower you go...the more previously masked deep coins you'll find. Within 20 minutes I got another dead on, locking signal. I thought it was an Injun' hit again...but was a little lower tone than the one Darrel had.
After digging down to right at 9"...out popped another Injun'. Mine though was a well worn 1880. I think this has to be my third one of these 1880's this year. Why couldn't it have been just 1 or 2 years older...lol.
30 minutes later Heavy D popped out his second Injun...this one an 1884...so now we knew we were in the right area to search.
We then went on an hour long dry spell before I finally got a very deep warble..and this one had the little high pitched "tinkle" to it that makes any silver hunter's hair stand on end. Again this signal wasn't soft...but it wasn't loud either. It just simply LOCKED on the mellow high pitched warble for me...and continued to lock on as I circled the target. The 12 x 15 SEF hits...then LOCKS on targets for me. It's gonna' do some damage on deep silver at some more of my sites.
I dug a plug and Heavy D started to help me carefully scrape away at the dark dirt. At the 9" level I ran the probe...and got the sweet warble right dead center at the bottom of the hole. Rubbed a little more dirt away...and from nearly 10" down came this worn old barber dime...and it was laying perfectly flat in the soil.
[attachment 158205 coins315.jpg]
Heavy D and I will definitely be going back to this place when we have more time. We now know we have a gold mine just waiting for us....and I feel confident that there are some older coins there to be found.
The fourth day took me to site #5...a park where I found an 1856 seated dime last year. In fact this was the very park where Guvner punked me out of a silver dime grand slam because he found the Merc I needed. I found two seated dimes that day...but couldn't come up with a Merc to complete the slam.
http://www.findmall.com/read.php?19,940528,940528#msg-940528
Today Guvner was again kind enough to drive over 2 hours to meet me and Hercules to hunt this park one more time. Again I want to say something about guvner...or "G" as I more appropriately call him. He is a SUPER nice guy and it means the world to me that he was willing to drive this distance to meet up and hunt with me at a park we both knew we would be lucky to salvage even one lousy wheatie out of. A friendship like this is invaluable to me...and I just wanted to say thanks to "G".
[attachment 158207 guvner12x152.jpg]
We didn't get there until 4:00 and hunted til we couldn't see anymore (8:00).
Fellers'...it was tuff huntin. Within 2 hours...G' was walking all slouched over to his left 'cause his pouch was so full of crap.
At one point he told me he was going to just bend down and dig this clad hit he got...just so he could get the first coin in the pouch. He then promptly popped out a nice flat aluminum can standing straight on edge from about 3".
[attachment 158206 guvner12x15.jpg]
I said to him..."Right here is where an old blacksmith shop once stood"
G simply replied ..."I KNOW...look at my pouch"
He then called me over to see the crap in his weighted down pouch. Good Lord...he had every iron trinket known to man.
He pulled out this one big pointed piece of crap that had some plastic around it and said "What the heck is this...a fishing reel"?I looked at it and said... "I swear I think it is actually one of those lights that are at the top of a pole you stick in your boat when fishing at night"
"G's" comment..."Hey..at least I stopped digging before I uncovered the rest of the boat".
I wasn't doin' much better. all I had in my pouch at this point was one lone wheatie which I thought for sure was an injun' when it came out of the ground. It was a 1910 though...so it sounded just like one.
We both knew this place was tough though because we had pounded it before. I had researched this spot well and knew we were hunting right over the area where the old blacksmith's shop was torn down many years ago. You have to be patient at these spots though...and I feel I am at my best when creeping and sifting through the nulls...'cause there is stuff hidin' there.
Finally I hit a very mushy spot that has water standing nearly every time we hunt here...so it hasn't been hit as hard. Last time I pulled a nice seated quarter love token from the wet muck while hunting with Crowduck and John Deer digger.
I hit a dead null in the mush...and got a very faint warble popping out of it. What was strange... was that after every warble and every pass...I got a low pitched pop from the 12 x 15 SEF coil which told me this target was right on the limit of detection depth. The depth meter showed only 6" though??
I carefully dug a plug in the muck and then ran the probe. I was rewarded with a warble that read 6-39...7-40...5-39 on the E-Trac. Now even on the E-trac...I hunt STRICTLY by sound alone. The only reason I am mentioning numbers is because they are flashing and annoying me while I'm glancing at the depth meter
Anyway...from only 6" down...BUT slanted and at the bottom right of the hole...comes this tiny silver disc. I popped on Guvner's glasses...rubbed some wet muck off...and we could see I had a half dime.
The date of 1854 goes right along with the 1856 dime I found here last year... and truly dates this site. From the research I did...the earliest and heaviest activity ocurred here in the early 1850's. [attachment 158208 coins316.jpg]
I have to honestly say that if this thin, little 1854 critter was even another 1/2" deep...I don't think I would have hit it. I was truly amazed that a coil of this size could find a target this tiny...while being slanted at the bottom of the whole. The mark of a GREAT coil...and it also was very stable in the iron field.
What happened next?...well G decided he needed to help me hunt my spot like I helped him when he found the Barber half last year.
In fact that's exactly what he told me He helped so much so that he was actually running his coil over the exact plug. What did he get?...dead null just like I did...only the silver squeak was no longer there...'cause' it was in my pouch.A few minutes later he called me over to listen to what he called..."one of your type of signals"...meaning one of the mixed up hits I love to try and find a sweet spot in.
I went over to it...we both had some fun with it...and both felt there was a big piece of crap there but also something else hidden underneath it. We were both able to pick out a nice high hit under the jumbled mess of sounds of the big target.
I bent down and began to dig "G's" mystery target for him. What unfolded next just about made me load my shorts
. Of all things to find...only G could uncover such a treasure. From 6" down came a freakin' ancient, rusty DOORKNOB ....again...yes...a FREAKIN' DOORKNOB...INTACT with the turning mecanism.We just looked at each other and began laughing.
[attachment 158209 doorknob.jpg]
From underneath the crap though...came our high coin type hit...a silvery trinket of some kind. We aren't sure what it is...but it amazed us both that the machines let us hear that "sweet" sound come from under the doorknob.
I now had G's mighty treasure...(the doorknob) in one hand...and his silvery trinket in the other hand.
All I could do was stare at them...shake my head...and chuckle.
As I'm staring at his mighty treasures...I said to him..."this about sums it up...at the bottom of MY hole there's an 1854 half dime.......at the bottom of YOUR hole there's a freakin' doorknob...
A short time later we called it a day. G and I then discussed our finds...and got a good laugh.
I said..."G...we got 2 fellers here....8 hours of huntin' between us...over $3000 worth of machines...and we dug up a bucketfull of crap....part of a stinkin' BOAT...a freakin' DOORKNOB...and just 2 coins.
Hey...we had fun though.
As for the 12 x 15 coil...all joking aside...it is an ABSOLUTE BIG COIL KEEPER!
It covers LOTS of ground...goes DEEEEP.... is VERY stable...VERY sensitive to small targets..and the hot strip in the center of the coil gives incredible SEPARATION for a large coil. Each and every coin pictured was found by me using the 12 x 15 SEF coil.
Good chance it will become my favorite large coil over time.
After we arrived back home...Herky was worn out. He jumped up on my bed...rooted until he messed up the blankets just how he wanted them...then plopped down on his side...giving me the goofy look you see here
...[attachment 158210 herkytired2.jpg]
Take care maybe we can get together one of these days and do a little hunting. 
