I received my new Legend today, in a box that had been beaten like a circus monkey. It was ROUGH. I took plenty of pictures to cover myself, and opened it up.
The contents, while jostled, were fine, with the exception of one tiny scratch on the end of one of the chat tubes. I called it good to go, and started charging everything up.
I got outside about an hour before sunset. I live on a farm acreage that was settled in about 1865 or so. I know that I built the third house the place has been graced with. I remember one run down house when I was a kid that was pushed into a hole and burned when we bought the farm in 1967, and my Dad remembers an old shack here when he was a kid.
I share all of this detail because over the last year and a half as I swept around the farmstead learning this cool new hobby, about all I’ve found with my trusty Vanquish 540 has been the standard farm trash that is to be expected. Nuts, bolts, big fuses, and a ton of beer and pop cans have been standard fare, most of which I’m pretty confident had been deposited in my short 62 year life time. No coins, belt buckles, buttons, jewelry, eyeglass frames, or pocket knives. Nothin’.
I know that’s bunk, because I’ve lost all of those things myself, right here over 50 years of farm activity. Well, after this evening, I think new Legend is going to change all that.
I haven’t dug on the signals for this machine yet, but it started singing as soon as I started swinging. High notes in shallow ground were common, and I know I’ve been over, and over, and over this place with the 540. And, by the way, this new machine feels SOLID. I’m pretty impressed with the build.
I guess we’ll see. Odds are that most of those signals are trash. But tomorrow I dig.