I pootled off to a new(ish) permission the other day. I'd wafted a coil over one field a while ago but it was deathly quiet and with another permission lobbing stuff at me left, right and centre I'd concentrated on that and neglected this one.
With a nice flat new field, I put the 11" coil on and set off with high hopes which were immediately put on hold by the coil going loopy and no messing with the settings would settle it down. It was constantly gibbering and driving me batty and looking around I noticed the dried horse manure. Yep - I was getting signals off it, particularly where it was still a bit runny. I had Jenks select the 9" x35 from the bag and, with its greater stability, all returned to normal and I set off again. As it turned out I'd have been better off going straight home.
Maybe the field had previous use as an iron foundry's dump and was later sown with green waste but after two hours I'd had enough of digging scrap ally and in the end was ignoring the sweet signals which normally have me dribbling. Up until now, the worst field I'd ever detected was the other field on this permission I mentioned earlier but this one was head and shoulders above that for nothingness. Administering a sound thrashing to Jenkins lightened the mood a little but it was a total stinker of an innings

Fast forward to a couple of hours on the "good" permission today. The ground was rock hard, the stubble was firmly on the offensive, it was baking hot and yet...
The ampulla was the very first signal of the day, by the way

Just an illustration of no matter what machine you have or how good you are at using it, the single most important factor is the land you're on. Blatantly obvious, but perhaps worth remembering from time to time. Good, productive land can make us blarzay and it's good to be reminded of how lucky we are if we have decent land.
Right, it's 33degC and I need a gallon or two of something cooling.
Pip pip
