April 1956 Popular Electronics
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You can buy a pretty good metal detector
today for a hundred dollars that will find coins buried many inches deep and larger
metallic items even deeper, and you even get discriminator functions to filter out
unwanted objects like tin cans. They weigh just a couple pounds and can be used
with one arm. Compare that to early metal detectors that had huge induction coils
on a frame so heavy that shoulder straps were needed just to lug them around. Some
models came on wheels for pushing or pulling like a cart. You could plan to spend
a few hundred dollars (a thousand or more in today's dollars) for one. Even then,
they were not as sophisticated as the $100 models sold by Amazon now. In classic
fashion, teen electronics hobbyists Carl and Jerry use their technical prowess to
design and build their own metal detector and then unintentionally using it to convince
some old geezer that newfangled devices were not all useless fluff.
Carl and Jerry: Gold Is Where You Find It
By John T. Frye
The bright first-day-of-April sunshine put new life into a fellow; so Carl vaulted
nimbly over the low fence that separated his yard from that of his chum, Jerry Bishop.
But he stopped short as he caught sight of his friend out on the lawn near the street.
On Jerry's head was a pair of huge muff-type airplane earphones that were plugged
into a small aluminum box slung from his shoulder. From this box a cord led to the
strange device he held in his hands. It consisted of a long broom handle attached
to the crosspiece on a large, flat wooden hoop so as to hold this hoop parallel
to the ground. Jerry's round face wore a faraway look of abstract concentration
as he shuffled along, waving the hoop back and forth over the sprouting grass.
"Hey, Jer, what're, you doing?" Carl demanded, when he managed to catch Jerry's
"What did you say?" Jerry asked, sliding the phones forward on his head so that
he could hear.
"I asked what you thought you were doing with that contraption."
"You mean my worm-warmer here?" Jerry asked, with bland innocence. ''I'm just
doing my bit for be-kind-to-worms-week. This is an r.f. induction coil that heats
the ground beneath it and makes things comfy for the poor little worms that are
still chilled from winter."
"Ask an intelligent question and you get a smart answer," Carl muttered. "Are
you going to tell me what that thing is, or am I going to have to squeeze that narrow
hoop down over your fat and flabby body?"
"All right; this is a metal locator. I built it from an article by Harvey Pollack
that appeared back in the June, 1955, issue of Popular Electronics."
"How does it work?"
"Inside this aluminum box is an oscillator operating on about two megacycles.
Shielded from it is another oscillator whose tank coil, electrostatically shielded,
is wound inside this wooden hoop. Shielded wire connects the outboard tank coil
to the rest of its circuit inside the box. The two oscillators are tuned to very
nearly the same frequency, so that a low audio difference-frequency beat note is
produced by them. This beat note is detected, amplified, and fed to the earphones.
When a metallic object appears in the extensive field of the large coil in the hoop,
its presence affects this field and so causes a slight frequency shift in the oscillator
connected to it. This, in turn, produces an easily detected change in the beat note
frequency heard in the phones and warns the operator that the probe coil is nearing
some metallic object. Here," Jerry said, as he freed one of the earphones from the
headband; "you walk along behind me and listen, and I'll show you what I mean."
When Carl held the earphone to his ear, he heard a low-pitched musical tone.
Suddenly, as Jerry moved the hoop over the grass, the note rose to a high pitch;
then it went back down as Jerry kept walking. Probing the area with the coil established
that there was a line perpendicular to the curb which gave the same high-pitched
sound as the probe was moved along the narrow path; but if the coil were moved to
either side of this path, the note in the phones returned to the normal low value.
"What's down there?" Carl asked.
In answer, Jerry followed the invisible object beneath the surface with the metal
locator right to the curb, where a large "G'" was chiseled in the cement.
Jerry's round face wore a faraway look of abstract concentration as he shuffled
along, waving the wooden hoop back and forth over the sprouting grass.
"It's the gas line," he explained. "The gas people marked the curb this way when
the cement street was laid so that-they could find their service lines easily."
"What else is the gadget good for.?" . "Locating electric cables and pipes in
walls or finding any metallic objects buried in the ground, such as pipes, tanks,
or - "Jerry paused dramatically:" - buried treasure!"
Carl's eyes opened wide behind his horn-rimmed glasses. "You're holding out on
me!" he accused. "Give!"
Jerry leaned on the handle of the metal locator as he talked: "Saturday, a week
ago, old Mr. Gruber and I went up Eel River to the mouth of Tick Creek fishing.
They didn't bite very lively, and we did a lot of talking. For once I managed to
get him off his favorite subjects of flying saucers and space travel, and he told
me an old legend he had heard from his father.
"A flock of years ago, the government bought all this land from an Indian tribe
that lived on it. The government paid the Indians $80,000 in gold and gave them
a new reservation in the Northwest. An escort of soldiers was to accompany the tribe
to its new home.
"While still in the assembly encampment, the Indians heard the soldiers talking
and decided, rightly or wrongly, that these soldiers planned to rob them of their
gold on the journey; so, secretly, during the dead of night, the elders of the tribe
buried the gold on the banks of Eel River. Unfortunately, smallpox broke out among
the Indians on their march to their new home, and not a single member of the party
that buried the gold survived; consequently, it's still there waiting for someone
to find it .
"According to Mr. Gruber, when he was a boy, he and his friends used to hunt
for the gold all up and down the river. Later, when he. was grown, the legend became
a sort of hobby with him, and he read every scrap about it he could find. Out of
this study came the conviction that the assembly encampment must have been very
near the mouth of Tick Creek and that the gold is buried in that vicinity. Of course,
this still leaves a lot of territory to be explored by tedious digging; but with
a gadget like this, a person could go over a lot of ground in a hurry -"
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Carl demanded. "I'll get a couple of shovels
and a pick, and a tow sack to bring back the loot, and you get your bike. Yo ho
ho, and a bottle of rum!"
Tick Creek emptied into Eel River only a short distance above the town; so within
the hour the boys had hidden their bicycles in the bushes along the road and were
trudging across the cornfield that lay between the road and the thin line of trees.
marking the river bank.
"Hey, Jer," Carl said, as he strode along with the digging tools cradled in his
arms, "do you think we ought to ask permission from Mr. Sloan, who owns this farm,
before we start looking for the gold?"
"Naw," Jerry replied. "In the first place, he's an old crab and would say no
automatically. Then, too, I'd feel kind of silly telling him we wanted to go treasure
hunting on his farm. He'd think we'd both blown our corks for sure. Of course, if
we find anything, we'll tell him and divide up with him."
By the time this serious matter was settled, the boys had reached the point where
shallow Tick Creek flowed into Eel River, thrusting a flat sandbar halfway across
the larger stream. Jerry at once unlimbered his metal locator and began a systematic
survey of the area, while Carl tagged along at his heels breathing down the back
of his neck: The boys had been prospecting for scarcely ten minutes when Jerry suddenly
stopped dead in his tracks so abruptly that Carl stumbled into him.
"What is it? What do you hear?" Carl shouted anxiously.
"There's something down there," Jerry said slowly, as he moved the probing hoop
around , in an exploring circle. "It's right here, and it seems to be about as big
around as a small washtub."
As Jerry finished speaking, Carl thrust him aside and began digging feverishly
at the spot where the metal locator had given the strongest indication. Even Jerry,
who ordinarily had a strong aversion to any kind of physical exercise, grabbed up
the other shovel and began turning over the soft earth. The boys quickly sank a
shaft about three feet in diameter, and when it had reached such a depth that the
edge of the hole came about to Carl's chest, his shovel suddenly gave forth with
the hair-raising sound of metal scraping on metal.
"Easy now," Jerry admonished, as he knelt at the, side of the hole and peered
intently down to where Carl was gently scraping the dirt away with the edge of the
"Aw, heck!" Carl suddenly said, with deep disappointment. "It's just a roll of
old fence wire."
"And what did you expect?" a gruff voice asked from behind him.
The heads of both boys jerked up to see a scowling farmer, carrying a pitchfork,
towering over them.
"What do you young rascals think you're doing?" he demanded. "Now, climb right
out of that hole and start filling it up. You think I want one of my cows stepping
in that and breaking her leg and making it necessary for me to destroy her? What
are you trying to do, anyway?"
As the boys meekly started shoveling the earth back into the hole, they told
him about the legend and tried to explain the operation of their metal locator.
"A likely cock-and-bull story!" Mr. Sloan sneered. "I've never held with these
scientific gadgets since I gave a fellow with a peach tree fork ten dollars to twitch
a well site for me. We drove straight down a hundred and forty feet right where
he said and never struck a drop of good water. You just gather up your junk, and
I'll personally escort you off my property. And if you know what's good for you,
you'll never set foot on it again."
Jerry rigged himself up in his metal locator, and Carl gathered up the tools.
All three started across the cornfield toward the road, with Mr. Sloan - his pitchfork
cradled in the crook of his arm - following behind Jerry. When they were about halfway
across the field, Jerry stopped so abruptly that Mr. Sloan narrowly averted thrusting
the tines of the pitchfork into the boy's leg.
"What are you trying to do ... make me hurt you so you can sue me?" Mr. Sloan
bellowed. "Keep moving."
"Wait a minute," Jerry said, as he moved the search coil about over the broken
cornstalks. "I'm getting an indication of something down here."
He set the probe down, dropped to his knees, and began to scrape away at the
soft earth where he had obtained the strong reading. In a moment he stood up, dangling
something from a dirt-encrusted chain that glinted yellowly in the sun.
"Here, let me see that," Mr. Sloan said sharply. He brushed aside more of the
clinging dirt and then exclaimed, "Well I'll be danged if it's not my pappy's old
watch that I lost when I was checking corn last spring. I sure thought I'd never
set eyes on it again, and that grieved me sorely, for I put a great store in that
old turnip. The case is heavy gold, and it was given to my father by my mother on
their wedding day. See, here's an inscription on the inside. I wouldn't trade it
for the finest diamond-studded watch you could buy."
He paused a moment and then went on:
"I'm mighty obliged to you boys for finding it for me, and here's five dollars
each for you. Take it; I won't have it any other way. What's more, I'm downright
ashamed of acting so crabby with you before."
"Aw, that's all right, Mr. Sloan," Jerry said. "We really should have asked your
permission before we trespassed on your property anyway. What tickles me, though,
is that we were able to prove to you that this gadget, unlike that fellow's peach
tree fork, really does what it's supposed to do."
"Well, you certainly convinced me," Mr. Sloan said heartily, with a broad and
friendly grin; "and I'll tell you what! I have to take a load of steers to the sales
barn today; but if you fellers can come back tomorrow afternoon, I'll get my shovel
and go along with you, and we'll comb this old farm of mine with that gold-sniffing
gadget of yours to a fare-you-well ... that is, if you don't mind letting a crabbed
old cuss like me in on the fun.'"
"Tickled to have you, Mr. Sloan!" the boys chorused together.
"I'll be danged if it's not my pappy's old watch that I lost when I was checking
corn last spring."
Posted March 28, 2022
(updated from original post on 8/27/2015)
Carl Anderson and Jerry Bishop were two teenage boys whose
love of electronics, Ham radio, and all things technical afforded them ample opportunities
to satisfy their own curiosities, assist law enforcement and neighbors with solving
problems, and impressing – and sometimes toying with - friends based on their proclivity
for serious undertakings as well as fun.
- Carl &
Jerry: A Low Blow - March 1961
- The Black
Beast - May 1960
Electronik, September 1958
- Pi in
the Sky and Big Twist, February 1964
Bell Bull Session, December 1961
Boogie, August 1958
- TV Picture,
Eraser, August 1962
Trap, March 1956
at Work, June 1956
Aweigh, July 1956
Has His Day, August 1956
- The Hand
of Selene, November 1960
or Not?, October 1956
Electronic Beach Buggy, September 1956
Extra Sensory Perception, December 1956
in a Chimney, January 1956
Performance, November 1958
of Judas, July 1961
- The Sucker,
New Year, January 1963
Snow Machine, December 1960
Extracurricular Education, July 1963
Slow Motion for Quick Action, April 1963
Sleuthing, August 1963
- TV Antennas,
a Soroban, March 1963
Fair --", September 1963
Worm Warming, May 1961
Teaches Boy - February 1959
- Too Lucky
- August 1961
and Jeopardy - December 1963
Santa's Little Helpers - December 1955
Tough Customers - June 1960
Pocket Radio, TV Receivers
Yagi Antennas, May 1955
Stomping, March 1962
- The Blubber
Banisher, July 1959
- The Sparkling
Light, May 1962
Research Rewarded, June 1962
- A Hot Idea, March
- The Hot Dog
Case, December 1954
New Company is Launched, October 1956
the Mistletoe, December 1958
Eraser, August 1962
- "BBI", May 1959
Sound Waves, July 1955
- The River
Sniffer, July 1962
- Ham Radio,
Torero Electronico, April 1960
Wireless, January 1962
Electronic Shadow, September 1957
Induction, June 1963
- He Went
Detective, February 1958
an Instinct, December 1962
- Two Detectors,
with a Tachometer, July 1960
and the Pirates, April 1961
The Crazy Clock Caper, October 1960
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