I started in 1977, with my dad's Compass 77-B.
By the early 1980s I was pretty proficient with it, and me and my hunting buddies got good at researching for sites, too. We were able to find 4 or 5 totally virgin sites that were just jam packed with old coins.
My favorite site *ever* was the old Yakima, WA train depot. There had been a park there from around 1890 to 1955, but around that time (1955) most of the park was razed for a parking lot. The remaining little bit of park had become a weed infested bum hangout, but we realized its potential and scored big time. The huntable area was only about 100 yards long by about 40 feet wide, but we had it all to ourselves and spent about 2 solid months of one summer on our knees digging bucketfulls of old coins, all dated before 1955! I found a Morgan dollar there, among all the other lovelies.
Another hot site we got to hunt was a private site that by sheer luck my mom knew the owner, so we were able to get permission. It had been a campground--possibly the most popular campground in WA state--from about 1870 to 1920. We weren't the first to hunt that spot, in fact it had been hunted heavily before we ever set a coil upon it. Still that didn't keep us from finding handfulls of barbers and indians! I used to ride my bike up there with my detector on the handlebars every day I could, and came home every time with a bunch of 100 year old coins. Local legend had it that the original hunters of that site had retired off the finds they had made. I don't know if that is true or not, but I talked to one guy who had been there when it first was getting hunted and he told me he had found 5 gold pieces just around one tree, to say nothing of the silver! As an aside, to this day, regretfully, I have not found a single gold coin, despite the countless silvers I've pulled out.
Nonetheless, that site produced what to this day is still my oldest American coin, an 1869 indian head (I'm in the northwest, remember
), and also my most valuable dime to this day, a gorgeous XF condition 1904-S. I still remember making both of those finds--the indian head came out of a hole after digging out 12 bottle caps, and the dime came to me by patiently sifting by ear (no discrimination!) through thousands of spent .22 casings in what had obviously been a firing range. We had to earn *some* of those coins.
Yeah, things have changed. Today I had to work my butt off for hours just to find and dig up a single merc.
I still love the hunt though!!