My metal detecting story began a long time ago. After reading countless metal detecting, and treasure hunting magazines, and feeling the eagerness of wanting to try this hobby, I finally broke down and purchased my first metal detector. It was a used model. A Whites Coinmaster.
I purchased the detector from Jerry, an old time, treasure hunter, who owned a treasure hunting store in the area where I lived. Jerry also became my mentor into the world of metal detecting and treasure hunting. After Jerry showed me how to use the detector, I immediately drove to a large, old, picnic grove near where I lived. The grove, is a park today.
I parked my car, excitedly grabbed my metal detector, turned it on, and haphazardly began swinging my detector over the ground as if I was trimming the grass with a sickle. Looking back now, I realize that I had no clue what I was doing. My detector coil, as I was swinging the detector, was about a foot off the ground. Of course that’s a no, no. I was not swinging the coil parallel to the ground. That’s a no, no. And I was swinging my detector way too fast, another no, no, in the world of metal detecting.
After an hour I disappointingly gave up. I did not find anything, not even junk. As I drove home I kept thinking about all of those old coins, and jewelry, and treasures that the people I read about in those magazines were finding. Why didn’t I find anything like that I thought.
The next day I drove back to see Jerry at his treasure hunting store. I brought my detector with me. I told him I was disappointed in the metal detector. I said to him. “It didn’t find anything.”
Jerry laughed and said. “Let’s see how you use this detector?”
We went outside and he asked me to demonstrate how I was using the detector. He pointed to a patch of grass across from his store.
“Go over there.” He pointed.
I began swinging my detector over the small grassy area, and then Jerry yelled out. “Woo. Stop! You’ll never find anything if your coil is a foot off the ground, and your swinging your detector like a madman.”
He then reached into his pocket and with some coins in hand he tossed them on the ground.
“Now swing that detector coil over one of those coins, slowly, a few inches off the ground, keeping the coil parallel to the ground.”
As I did that, my detector began to beep, beep, telling me there was metal beneath my coil. It rang out over each coin. And when I lifted my detector coil too high, there was no sound emitted from the metal detector.
With new found confidence, I drove back to the old grove, and began detecting an area in the back of what used to be the oldest part of the grove. I swung my detector slowly making sure that I kept my coil low, and level to the ground, and overlapping each swing. Soon I began to dig old, rusted, metal objects, some tinfoil, and old bottle caps. And then…I dug my first silver coin. I still remember the feeling of seeing that shiny mercury dime laying in the bottom of the small hole I dug. It was a 1934 Mercury dime, and to this day, I still have it as a reminder of the exciting journey the metal detecting hobby has taken me on over the years.
I have shared my metal detecting story with many newbies to the hobby, hoping to ignite in them the same passion that I have felt throughout the years. If you are new to the hobby, or if you are thinking about starting the hobby, I hope this story will inspire you as well. Metal detecting is one of the most exciting hobbies there is.
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