I decided to go back to a park I did well at last time and hunt the very spot that everyone else seemed to have given up on.
It is a nice big strip by a bunch of old buildings but there is iron and junk everywhere because my SE is pretty much in a constant null. Not good??...maybe not...but my SE was able to pull a seated dime...roosey...merc...and barber through the silence for me....and I know this place is pounded on a weekly basis.
I see people every time I come here...but nobody wants to fight "nullsville"
. Guess what?...that's exactly where I want to head...where everyone else has gotten frustrated at and given up on.
This is MY kind of place!
I leave the SE at IM-22 and semi auto sensitivity 26...cause that's the sweet spot of settings that I feel enables me to pick some sweeties out of the iron nulls....and goes plenty deeeep
I got started on a rare full day of hunt time...and it was nearly an hour before I even bent over to dig my first target.
It was worth the wait though...because out of the nulls came a thin worn out silver disk.
I won't bore you with the details of the sound...cursor movement...and pinpoint ID help...but let's just say it was a strange signal to say the least. I was honestly expecting an injun' from the sound...but I'll take silver.
I was able to make out the outline of a worn out old seated lady. SWEET...first silver coin is my second seated dime in 2 weeks and it came from 10" down.
Pressure was now off...and the rest of the hunt was just for fun.
It was nearly 2 hours later until I got my second weirdo hit in nullsville...which turned out to be a Roosey from about 7" in a bunch of water soaked gravel.
By now the drizzle had picked up and the holes I was digging in this mucky gravel...were filling up with water as quick as I could scoop some of the gravel out of the way.
I got a very strange hit which sounded like a bunch of mumbo jumbo...but every now and then I would swear I could hear a nice "warbly" higher tone mixed in there.
I called over the feller' hunting with me and told him what I thought. He agreed...about 1 of every 4 passes with the coil brought a sweet sound up through the mumbo jumbo of sounds.
Now keep in mind that what I was hearing was coming through a dead null.
I decided to give it a shot and dug down in the wet gray gravel muck.
I was amazed when a sweet merc came out of the swampy pile next to the hole.
It probably wasn't more than 7" deep...but I bet it had been walked over 100 times before because of the iron and junk everywhere....and the fact that the machine nulled everywhere.
In the back of my mind I knew all I needed for the slam was a Barber dime...but I tried not to think about it. If I dwell on it too much...I let it get to me and it throws me off my game.
I went to a spot that I had already walked over earlier...but I hit it from the exact opposite angle this time hoping to pop out another keeper.
Before long I was able to squeeze another signal out of the nulls and was amazed at how I had missed it the first time.
It did not sound like silver...but I knew it was a coin mixed in with the trash.
Dug down about 9" and was shocked when a silver coin popped out. Picked it up and was thrilled to see a barber dime. I couldn't make out the date, but my friend confirmed it was a 1901.
This is a first for me...getting 2 dime grand slams in one year.
Again I'll say it....what a wonderful hobby.
It is a nice big strip by a bunch of old buildings but there is iron and junk everywhere because my SE is pretty much in a constant null. Not good??...maybe not...but my SE was able to pull a seated dime...roosey...merc...and barber through the silence for me....and I know this place is pounded on a weekly basis.
I see people every time I come here...but nobody wants to fight "nullsville"

This is MY kind of place!


I got started on a rare full day of hunt time...and it was nearly an hour before I even bent over to dig my first target.
It was worth the wait though...because out of the nulls came a thin worn out silver disk.
I was able to make out the outline of a worn out old seated lady. SWEET...first silver coin is my second seated dime in 2 weeks and it came from 10" down.
Pressure was now off...and the rest of the hunt was just for fun.
It was nearly 2 hours later until I got my second weirdo hit in nullsville...which turned out to be a Roosey from about 7" in a bunch of water soaked gravel.
By now the drizzle had picked up and the holes I was digging in this mucky gravel...were filling up with water as quick as I could scoop some of the gravel out of the way.
I got a very strange hit which sounded like a bunch of mumbo jumbo...but every now and then I would swear I could hear a nice "warbly" higher tone mixed in there.
I called over the feller' hunting with me and told him what I thought. He agreed...about 1 of every 4 passes with the coil brought a sweet sound up through the mumbo jumbo of sounds.
Now keep in mind that what I was hearing was coming through a dead null.

I decided to give it a shot and dug down in the wet gray gravel muck.
I was amazed when a sweet merc came out of the swampy pile next to the hole.

It probably wasn't more than 7" deep...but I bet it had been walked over 100 times before because of the iron and junk everywhere....and the fact that the machine nulled everywhere.
In the back of my mind I knew all I needed for the slam was a Barber dime...but I tried not to think about it. If I dwell on it too much...I let it get to me and it throws me off my game.
I went to a spot that I had already walked over earlier...but I hit it from the exact opposite angle this time hoping to pop out another keeper.
Before long I was able to squeeze another signal out of the nulls and was amazed at how I had missed it the first time.

It did not sound like silver...but I knew it was a coin mixed in with the trash.
Dug down about 9" and was shocked when a silver coin popped out. Picked it up and was thrilled to see a barber dime. I couldn't make out the date, but my friend confirmed it was a 1901.

This is a first for me...getting 2 dime grand slams in one year.
Again I'll say it....what a wonderful hobby.
