When you've hunted 4 hours without any keepers in the pouch...you know you are at a POUNDED park. 
Now common sense would tell most of us to move on...but I'm a little stubborn...and I don't like getting skunked.
I am serious..4 hours without a keeper.
The Yeti and I were getting punked
...so I said "let's hunt each side of this old dirt road. Which side do you want?"
The Yeti took the east side...leaving the west side for me.
I pretty much just stood in one spot and crept the coil along. I only took a step forward after 15 seconds or so. I mean I was creeping.
After another 40 minutes or so I heard a sweet little whine break the silence of the nulls. I got excited and REchecked the signal. It absolutely disappeared from EVERY pass except ONE. An IFFY hit...but one to investigate.
9 out of 10 times I will walk on this iffy type of hit...but I was bored and it sounded very sweet from one angle...repeating on the return swing too.
In every other pass from every other angle though...."nullsville".
From that one tiny pass though....a sweet whining "warble" popped through the nulls. I'm diggin'!
After removing a huge rusty nail from the hole at the 7" mark...I ran the probe again....and out came a bottle cap from 8"
. Frustrated...I ran the probe 1 more time...and boy did it sing. What a great feeling!
I dug another 2" of soil out of the way...and out popped a thin little silver disk from 10" deep.
I picked it up and with my bad eyes...thought I had a Barber so I was stoked.
I was even more stoked when the Yeti put on his now famous "super-duper, thick black rimmed, devo magnification system glasses
....and said "no dude...it's a seated"...an 1890.
Good thing it was a dreary day with no sun...cause if any of it passed through those freakin' glasses....it would have sent a laser beam...and melted the seated dime.
This was a very rewarding find for me. I just knew there was something more to the sweet warble through the null than a big nail and a bottle cap. A find I won't soon forget.
I began to hunt again but felt like someone was breathing down my neck. I looked over my left shoulder and what did I see? ....The Yeti had gone from 20 feet on the other side of the road where he was SUPPOSED to be hunting....to MY side of the road...RIGHT next to me....and rubbing elbows with me.
I guess he figured I needed some help hunting my spot where the seated came from.
It wasn't 20 minutes later that the Yeti let out a bellow...which could mean any of three things. 1) He was hungry..2)...he needed to use the restroom
...3) he had located what he thought was a silver keeper.
Since he helped me hunt my spot...or more like since he rooted me out of my spot....I helped him dig his hole.
From the back side of the hole...I popped out his coin.
With a quick scan using the devo glasses...I confirmed another seated dime. This one an ancient 1857.
The Yeti was fired up ...as I was. It was the first time EVER that he and I have found seated coins in the same hunt.
Fellers' I'll tell you what....the Yeti is a weapon with his XS. He's a freakin' funny looking weapon... with those devo looking, laser beam launching, goggles of his...but he's a silver sniffin' weapon nonetheless. One of the BEST I've ever hunted with.
My seated lady crying through the nulls was so much more meaningful since the Yeti found one too.
It just goes to show you that you never know what will pop out....and when. What a wonderful hobby.
Now common sense would tell most of us to move on...but I'm a little stubborn
...and I don't like getting skunked.I am serious..4 hours without a keeper.
The Yeti and I were getting punked
...so I said "let's hunt each side of this old dirt road. Which side do you want?"The Yeti took the east side...leaving the west side for me.
I pretty much just stood in one spot and crept the coil along. I only took a step forward after 15 seconds or so. I mean I was creeping.
After another 40 minutes or so I heard a sweet little whine break the silence of the nulls. I got excited and REchecked the signal. It absolutely disappeared from EVERY pass except ONE.
An IFFY hit...but one to investigate.9 out of 10 times I will walk on this iffy type of hit...but I was bored and it sounded very sweet from one angle...repeating on the return swing too.
In every other pass from every other angle though...."nullsville".
From that one tiny pass though....a sweet whining "warble" popped through the nulls. I'm diggin'!
After removing a huge rusty nail from the hole at the 7" mark
...I ran the probe again....and out came a bottle cap from 8". Frustrated...I ran the probe 1 more time...and boy did it sing. What a great feeling!I dug another 2" of soil out of the way...and out popped a thin little silver disk from 10" deep.
I picked it up and with my bad eyes...thought I had a Barber so I was stoked.
I was even more stoked when the Yeti put on his now famous "super-duper, thick black rimmed, devo magnification system glasses
....and said "no dude...it's a seated"...an 1890.Good thing it was a dreary day with no sun...cause if any of it passed through those freakin' glasses....it would have sent a laser beam...and melted the seated dime.
This was a very rewarding find for me. I just knew there was something more to the sweet warble through the null than a big nail and a bottle cap. A find I won't soon forget.
I began to hunt again but felt like someone was breathing down my neck.
I looked over my left shoulder and what did I see? ....The Yeti had gone from 20 feet on the other side of the road where he was SUPPOSED to be hunting....to MY side of the road...RIGHT next to me....and rubbing elbows with me. I guess he figured I needed some help hunting my spot where the seated came from. It wasn't 20 minutes later that the Yeti let out a bellow...which could mean any of three things. 1) He was hungry
..2)...he needed to use the restroom...3) he had located what he thought was a silver keeper.Since he helped me hunt my spot...or more like since he rooted me out of my spot
....I helped him dig his hole.From the back side of the hole...I popped out his coin.
With a quick scan using the devo glasses...I confirmed another seated dime. This one an ancient 1857.
The Yeti was fired up ...as I was. It was the first time EVER that he and I have found seated coins in the same hunt.
Fellers' I'll tell you what....the Yeti is a weapon with his XS.
He's a freakin' funny looking weapon... with those devo looking, laser beam launching, goggles of his...but he's a silver sniffin' weapon nonetheless. One of the BEST I've ever hunted with.My seated lady crying through the nulls was so much more meaningful since the Yeti found one too.
It just goes to show you that you never know what will pop out....and when. What a wonderful hobby.
busting on your buddy like that! It sounds like you fellas have a great time hunting together.
next time its my turn to find the nice coin...mine is so crappy it looks like a hammered coin.Anyway it was a fine time looking forward to getting out again.We always have a awesome time weather we find the good stuff or not