OK, guys. First off, sorry about the pictures. I'm going to figure out posting pictures at some point, but obviously it won't be today.
Now as far as how the detecting went...
I found it VERY encouraging. Only found 2 coin-like targets - the ones in the tiny picture. One I can make out is an Indian head. The other is smaller in diameter than a cent and somewhat thinner. It's so crusted I can't even make a guess. I will clean it this weekend and let us all know. I would guess dime were it not for the green color. Never seen a dime do that.
Love the Racer in the iron. It has a "dig me" sound like no detector I have ever encountered. I dug some iffy signals, but all turned out to be trash. The solid signals all yielded something interesting whether it was a fired bullet or ammunition brass or the two coins. I'm reasonably confident it will become my go to detector for the ghost towns.
I used the 3 tone mode, filter at 10 and audio 5 (although I could use some clarification on the value of each of the tones). One thing I must mention: I hate, abhor, detest, loathe the overload signal. in areas with lots of iron just below the surface, it drove me crazy!!! I was ready to tear my earbuds out and run shrieking away. In the parks and tot-lots, it annoyed me whenever I heard that siren over surface coins and coin spills, but in this area, with so much iron just under the surface it was absolutely maddening!!!
If you can actually see the tiny little photo of the rusty cans and other debris, this is what much of New Mexico ghost towns are like. There's a couple I can think of where there are literally acres of this with almost no discernible bare ground. There've been several times when I've spent several minutes looking for a clean patch to ground balance on.
Now for the interesting and somewhat amusing part. While working my way down into a ravine, I spooked a group of wild horses at the bottom. I'm assuming they were wild since none were shod. I thought it was fun seeing them, but then I saw something way more interesting - very clear, very fresh mountain lion tracks. As luck would have it, the trail of human debris was everywhere so I could pretend I was detecting while I was actually following the tracks. There was a pretty clear game trail right down the middle of the ravine and the lion tracks crossed it occasionally. In some damp sand, I saw the very clear prints of the lion and noted that one paw on the right side left claw marks while the others didn't. This was clear in several strides of the lion. Shortly after, the ravine narrowed to a bottleneck and made a sharp turn to the left. The game trail was passing through the bottleneck, so I naturally followed. I was really getting into this - it reminded me of my younger big game hunting days. Anyway, as I turned the corner into the bottleneck, I saw something that made my blood run a little cold - a pile of brush beside and partly across the game trail WITH AN UNSHOD HORSE'S HOOF STICKING OUT OF THE BOTTOM. About that time, I heard a loud CRACK behind me and the trance was broken. A thousand thoughts rushed into my mind - I was alone and had stumbled onto a mountain lion's cache; the only gun I had was a 22 magnum with 3 snake shot rounds and three solids; the extended claws on one foot meant injury (and a consequently irritable lion); I was at the bottom of a ravine with fairly steep sides and I was at least a quarter mile from my vehicle; would my pick or my detector be better as a weapon, etc.
I booked it! I clambered out of that ravine, half crawling, half climbing and continuously praying! I made it back to my vehicle in what must have been record time, threw my gear in the back, climbed in and locked the doors (like the lion would have tried to open the doors!). It was probably 15 minutes before I felt steady enough to drive. I decided I would try detecting somewhere else and got the heck out of there. I still don't know what made the crack sound behind me in the ravine - whether it was a branch breaking in the ferocious wind that was blowing above the ravine or my water bottle or what. All I know is it may well have saved my life. My only other two encounters with lions in New Mexico was when they were obviously trying to put as much distance between me and them as they possibly could. I've heard and read that, besides being cornered, the only time mountain lions are really aggressive is when they are injured or guarding a cache. And here I was - trying to track one that might've been two for two.
Oh, well. Made for an exciting day.