In November 2013 I detected on some very old ground in England, and found some great stuff. My story, however, has been lost. So I will regroup, and rewrite! In the meantime, please watch (well, listen really) to my first night in my freezing tent. Full story in the works!
Since temps were above 40 following a few days of heavy rain, I took advantage of the “warm” weather and went back to my spot that keeps producing. While there was plenty of garbage to be found, I did manage to eke out some cool relics and coins.
On my third field hunt in the South NJ area, I concentrated on a roughly 50 square foot area that I had not explored previously. About an hour into it, walking in a straight line so as to grid the target area, I got a good signal ringing on my machine in the high 70s. It turned out to be a dropped (unfired) musket ball.
Over Thanksgiving weekend, I went back to my childhood home to see what else I could find. It was cold and muddy, which I wasn’t expecting, and I hadn’t dressed properly to fend off the elements. My feet, fingers, and body got cold fast, so the hunt was shorter than I had planned.
I did manage to find some interesting items during my short mission.