so what i would like to know is

what is a good begginer metal detector
what will last for long , and not brake aftera while. im willing to invest in something good, so he will have it longer.

i checked kellycodetectors.com

i read few reviews on these models:
Fisher 1225-x
Fisher F2
Tesoro Compadre
Prizm™ II
Coinmaster® Pro
White’s Classic 5ID

and from what i understood from reading around

Garrett, White’s & Fisher’s metal detectors are good.

the purpose:
i assume he will use it for small treasure hunting, coins etc. (he just started a coin collection, so maybe he found that it will be fun to have a metal detector) but i think he would use in on a beach as well.

i would like to hear personal exp. as well. and if you can tell me about couple of models i can think on buying

thank you very much for your help

of the ones you listed, I would go with the White’s Coinmaster.

I happen to own Minelab, I used to own White’s, but the Minelab is in my ever so humble opinion, the finest metal detector/treasure hunting detector available.

White’s has dealers all over the USA. White’s Coinmaster is nice entry level detector. Call the White’s 800 number and find a local dealer and get a one-on-one demo.

www.whiteselectronics.com

Cloudy
The metal detector went off suddenly. The school’s alarm bells began to ring sharply. Guards wearing blue-grey uniforms rushed to the spot. Cloudy cocked her head sideways, not looking directly at the commotion, but obviously listening intently. It would have been difficult to see through her dark sunglasses anyway.
Barely controlled laughter drifted to her ears. It was her best friend, Elise, her wheezy laugh mingling with the laughs of other students. Elise sidled up to Cloudy, still giggling.
“That boy in, in the,” Elise sputtered, trying to gain control. “That boy in the wheelchair set off the metal detector!” She burst out. A new wave of irrepressible laughter engulfed her yet again.
“What?” Cloudy cried in dismay. “Why would you laugh at him?” Elise’s face became somber in an instant.
“Man Cloudy don’t have a heart attack. It’s only laughter. Besides laughter is the best medicine and he needs tons of that!” As Elise succumbed to the laughter brought on by the cruel quip, Cloudy strode purposefully over to the boy and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. Everyone became silent and serious. Why was the most popular girl in the school standing by such a loser? And why was her hand on his shoulder? Did she know him? Was she going to embarrass him even more? These questions and others drifted through the minds of the assembled students.
“Come on,” Cloudy said quietly as she wheeled him away from the entrance.
Elise strolled over, not bothering to conceal her sneer that was etched into her next words. “Hey, Cloudy, what are we going to do with him?” Cloudy gave her a blank look. “I mean we’re not just going to hang out with Wheels are we?”
Cloudy turned on her faster than a tiger. “Just because he’s in a wheelchair he’s a loser? Would you call me a loser if I was disabled?”
“No, but come on, Cloudy. You’re not disabled. And I mean just look at him. He’s so weird and creepy. I don’t think we can hang out if you’re going to be by him.” Elise paused for a moment, obviously expecting a reply. “You’re not seriously thinking about choosing him over me are you?”
Cloudy stared sullenly at the floor. “Why do you keep saying him like him? It’s so whiny.”
“You’re avoiding the question, Cloudy. Who’s it going to be: me or him?”
“Elise, come on. We’ve known each other since second grade. You’re not just going to walk away from all that because of this are you?” Cloudy’s voice was pleading.
“I’m not the one walking away. You’re choosing. Right here, right now. Choose.” Elise’s voice was as hard as steel and her face was as unreadable, and impassive as granite.
“I can’t. I’m sorry,” Cloudy whispered miserably.

“Don’t be sorry. And don’t come to me when something gets tough. You have your new friend to comfort you.” Elise walked away, not turning back.
“I’m sorry.” The boy said quietly.
“Shut up, Wheels!” Elise yelled back, her voice cracking. She kept walking and soon she was out of sight.
“Nice shades.” The boy said to Cloudy after a long moment, his voice soft.
“Whatever.” She paused. “Do you have a name?”
“Yes,” He stared up at her.
Cloudy looked at him questioningly.
“Oh, err, Jason.”
“Oh…” There was an awkward silence. “Oh,” the monosyllable was repeated. “Well, Jason pleased to meet you. Could you please excuse me while I go to class?” Cloudy didn’t wait for a reply, just turned and headed to Algebra.
The rest of the day was monotonous, each second drawn out, every hour an eternity, and, in every class, right in front of her, sat Elise. Our schedules just have to be the same, she thought to herself. And of course every seating chart is alphabetical. Tamel comes before Tinch every, single time. In the past, she had always enjoyed this arrangement; Elise and she were able to whisper quietly, help each other out on difficult questions, and otherwise fool around. Now it was torture. She wanted things back to the way it used to be. She wished Jason had never come to her school, wished he had never set off the metal detector, wished Elise hadn’t laughed. But it had happened and no amount of wishing was ever going to change that sad, grim fact.
Cloudy looked at her shirt, thinking about the irony of the two clouds on it. One was grey and the other a fluffy white. It said in big, puffy, cloud letters “Be Optimistic! Don’t Let Rainy Days Get You Down! ”. It was exactly like the shirt she had worn when she had first met Elise. From that year on she always made replicas of it; remembering the good times. Soon, it became her namesake. When she felt she was going to have a wonderful day, she would wear it. Today, with the ironic sun shining brightly, had felt like a great day. Apparently she was not anywhere near fortune teller status.
At the end of the day, Cloudy was dismal, not her usual perky self. She saw Elise walking out of the classroom and knew that she had only one chance to make it right. Here goes nothing. It’s now or never,
Find Is this story any good? (part 2) for the rest.

I enjoyed reading your story and would love to know how you are planning on finishing it.
Will you elaborate on why Cloudy took Jason’s part, over her best friend?
I like the way that you used your imagination and drew the reader in, I could feel the giggles and the grips on the wheelchair.
WELL DONE!

It was December 18, 2003 at the RCA MP3 factory in North Carolina, 11:32P.M. The siren was going off, the red light spinning crazily in its stand. You could hear footsteps slapping the black and damp pavement. “Come on! The cops are on their way! We have to switch one of these MP3’s,” said the first agent as he was jumping over a puddle left from the storm earlier that day. He was tall, dark, with a deep booming voice. He was the smarter one. His hair covered most of his face, so no one knew what his face even looked like. The police didn’t even have a full description.
“I know! Uh…I think I forgot the rigged MP3 player at home and accidentally brought my own,” the second agent was nothing like the first. He was short, fat, and had a high squeaky voice. As you can tell, he was very dumb, too.
“What?! How could you get them switched? Yours is white, the rigged one is gray, and they look nothing alike!”
“Oh wait. Yeah I grabbed the right one. I just thought this looked white because the light was glaring off of it. See look doesn’t it look white?”
“Oh my gosh…Why did the Boss have to choose you to go with me?”
“Hey, I grabbed the right one so stop complaining.”
“Whatever, just shut up and switch it with one of the MP3’s in those boxes. Be sure to keep the one you switched with. I’ll keep guard, okay?”
“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I know what the plan was.”
The second agent switched the two MP3’s and the police and S.W.A.T. team burst through the door. The first agent pulled out his .42 magnum and started firing. He shot one of the police down and started backing away while shooting in front of him. “Run! I’ll hold them off! Just get back to the Bo…”
The first agent never got to finish his sentence. One of the police shot him in between the eyes. The second agent stared in horror as a pool of crimson liquid spread towards him. He turned around, started running, and pulled out his walkie- talkie. “Boss! We switched the MP3’s! They got agent one and now they’re apprehending me! I probably won’t make it back. But if I do…Um, do you think I could get a raise?”
A deep voice answered, “I wouldn’t count on coming back. Muahahahaha!”
The agent dropped the walkie- talkie in horror and ran as fast as he could. But he was out of breath. His chest was heaving too hard. He stared ahead and saw a blob of white light from the street light right outside the factory, and as his hopes got higher of escaping, the white light started to disappear. He knew there were police on the other side of the factory and that he didn’t stand a chance. All hope was lost for him. Then, as he was running in vane, he thought, maybe the Boss set us up for this… So, he took his .42 magnum out of its holster, took one big gulp of the salty sea air, and shot himself right on his temple. When the police found the second agent’s body (the S.W.A.T. team couldn’t get any credit because they already left) they searched him and all they found was an MP3 player so they thought he was just a thief. “I don’t think there’s any reason to tell the public about this do you? I mean it was just a little break in right?” asked Sergeant Walker.
One of the police answered, “You got that right sergeant obvious!”
All the other police answered,” Yes sir.” Though.
Sergeant Walker answered, “You’re fired!”

Chapter 2
Christmas 1 week later

“Okay, you can open your present now, Frank,” his mom said. Frank’s mom was a shorter woman, about 5’ 4”, with long blond hair that she kept straight. She was about 32 years old.
Frank is a 13 year old boy with long brown hair that barely goes over his eyes. He was pretty tall for his age, too.
Frank took the present with the red and green striped wrapping paper and a yellow bow on it. It seemed really small, but he new what it was anyway. He’d been asking for it for two years now. He grabbed the tape holding it shut and ripped it open…it was a fat gray MP3 player with a big one color screen.
“Awesome! I finally got my MP3 player!” Frank said. “I can’t wait to get all my songs on it! Can I go do that now?”
“No, you can wait to do that,” his father said. His father was pretty tall, about 6’ 1”. He had short black hair that he kept short. He was about 34 years old.
Frank turned on the MP3 player and the gray screen lit up, bright and blue. He was scrolling through it and trying out the different buttons and options on it. He was scrolling through it and trying out the different buttons and options on it. He clicked on the playlist and there was one song on there, but it was titled Unknown.
“Huh. Did you guys put this song on here? It says it holds 1,625 songs, but there are only 1,624 open spaces.”
“That’s weird, why don’t you see what song it is?” his dad asked. “Maybe it came with one of those free songs.”
Frank put in the black ear bud headphones and went to the song that was on there. All he heard was a kind of static popping sound. “Hey Dad, I think there’s something wrong with these headphones. All there is is a static sound coming through them.”
“Here, let me see them,” his dad said. He put the headphones in and heard the static too. “Oh well. We’ll just go to the store tomorrow and get a new pair of headphones. We can put your songs on there too.”
“Okay dad,” Frank sighed.

Chapter3
The Birthday 2 Years Later

“You can open your present now, Frank,” his mom said.
Frank took the present with party hats and balloons with his name on it. It was a small rectangular object, “What could this be? Frank thought. “They wouldn’t have gotten me an MP3 player, I already have one and they cost a lot.”
He slowly ripped open the wrapping paper and he saw a brand new MP3 player. It was smaller than the one he already had and it held more songs. It was white with a multi color screen. It played video and displayed pictures even. “Awesome! I can’t believe you guys got me a new MP3 player! Can I go take my songs off my old one and put them on here?” Frank asked excitedly.
“Sure, we figured your other MP3 player was getting old so we got you a new one, and that was the last present to be opened, so go have fun with it,” his father said.
Before Frank switched the songs, he had his chocolate birthday cake with mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Frank was sitting in his dark room. His laptop was sitting on his lap. He had his old MP3 player hooked up to the computer with a USB cord. It was getting a little old now. Its blue screen wasn’t as bright and inviting as it used to be. Now it was dull with scratches all over it. “Okay. Let’s see. Which songs do I want on here the most?” He was scrolling through the playlist again like he had done two years ago when he had first got it. He scrolled down to the bottom and there was the song titled Unknown that he had seen when he first got his MP3 player. He was getting ready to delete it when something made him not want to. It felt like he just shut his brain off and something was controlling him. Without even knowing it he put all the songs on his new MP3 player, including the first song on his first MP3 player, Unknown.
What his parents didn’t know about his old MP3 player was that two years ago, a week before Christmas, someone broke into the factory that made it. That particular MP3 player was designed by a top secret organization, SOB, who wanted to rule the world. The leader was known only as the Boss because no one knew his real name.
That night, Frank fell asleep with his head phones in, trying to adjust them so he could try and hear the song Unknown. What he didn’t know was that the static noise was actually a virus moving around in there. Whenever that file was played the virus activated and couldn’t be stopped except by the control panel. It moved through the wire of the headphones and found its way to Frank’s brain and got inside it.
All of a sudden Frank bolted up screaming and sweating. His mom and dad came running into the room and asked what was wrong. “I don’t know. I was having a perfectly fine dream, then all of a sudden my head started hurting and my dream went from peaceful to a picture if an evil dictator. I’ve never even seen this man before. He had a long scar going across his face with black hair that was slicked back like Grandpa’s.”
“It’s okay son, it was just a dream. Oh, and you fell asleep with your MP3 player on. It sounds like it’s fixed because there’s music playing, but it’s really old elevator music,” his dad said.
“But it couldn’t have been a dream,” Frank thought. “It was too real, like the file had live footage on it that got put into your head.
The next morning, Frank walked downstairs and his mom was cooking eggs and bacon. “Hey Frank, how was your night after that dream?” she asked.
“Fine.”
“Okay…how many eggs do you want? Four Sunnyside up?”
“Nah, for some reason I don’t have a very big appetite,” Frank said.
“Not since after that dream. I usually have get snacks at night, but I didn’t last night,” he thought.
“Okay, well get ready for school then.”
“I already did.”
“Oh, then why don’t you go ahead and start walking to school then?”
“Okay.”
Frank walked out the door just as his dad started coming downstairs. “Good morning. Frank seems a little strange today. He didn’t even want breakfast, and he was already ready for school,” his mom said.
“That’s strange. Maybe he’ll be back to normal when he gets home.”
Chapter 4
At School
“Hey Frank! Happy Birthday!” it was one of Franks friends, John. John was shorter than Frank. He had Short brown hair and was really skinny.
“Hey John. Thanks. My parents got me a new MP3 player, its even better than my old one!”
“Awesome, let me see it,” John demanded. “Whoa, that looks expensive!”
He scrolled through the songs and found the unknown one. He played it and started laughing. Then he said, “Dude, why do you have stupid elevator music on here?”
“I don’t know, it came with it on it.”
“Oh well, let’s get to class,” John said.
They did their special handshake and walked off to their different classes.

“Frank! Go throw your gum away.”
“Yes Mrs. Pickett.”
Frank walked over to the trash can and pretended to throw it away, but he kept it in his mouth. When he got back to his seat, he whispered to his friend, “Sucker.” His friend noticed the gum in his mouth and gave each other a small high five under the desk.
“Hey John, do we need any books? I wasn’t paying attention at all today.” Frank yelled across the hall.
“Um, yeah. We need our social studies, science, math, English, and reading books.”
“Ah man, I hate school when they give us so much stupid homework.”
“I know what you mean, Frank,” John replied.
“Oh well. Talk to you tomorrow, John,” Frank said.
“Bye.”
After school Frank met with his girlfriend, Susan, outside and gave her a hug. They walked home together and when he got to his house, he said bye and pushed open the wooden gate and went inside.
Chapter 5
Speedy Homework
Frank opened the door and stepped into the cool hose and out of the hot sun. “How was school Frank?” his mom asked.
“Boring, as usual,” Frank replied.
He went upstairs to do his homework. He had 5 books to do work out of. It would have taken the smartest kid about half an hour to do each page. He stalled doing his homework because he thought it would be hard, so he sat down on his bed and watched Drake and Josh on T.V. He got bored after a while and went ahead and started his homework. This time he actually tried on his homework and finished it in an hour. He was really surprised at himself. He sat back down and watched Drake and Josh until dinner. For dinner they had his favorite, fried chicken, gravy, corn, and for dessert, cheesecake, but he didn’t even eat a lot of it. He went straight to his room after supper and fell asleep.
The Boss was watching his monitor. The virus was able to send pictures from your eyes to a monitor. The Boss was really happy. One day, and Frank had already spread the virus to three people by touching them. His army was beginning to take form. All he would have to do is touch the big red button on the control panel and take over the world.
Chapter 6
The Spread and Discovery of THE VIRUS
The next morning when Frank got up, he went downstairs and his dad was already there. “Hey Frank. Good morning. Come on, let’s go make some breakfast.” He put his arm around Frank and walked over to the stove. Now there was the virus in Frank’s father. They made some breakfast and Frank tried to eat it all, but he couldn’t, it seemed like his stomach had shrunk. He made up an excuse that he had a big snack last night and was still a little full. Frank went off to school before his mom got up. When she did get up, she gave her husband a hug, which made some of the virus get on her. They just kept multiplying and multiplying. Frank’s mom went out with her friends that day so she got the virus on all five of her friends. So her friends, after a day of hanging out, went home to their families and got the virus on all of them. Then their kids ands husbands went out to school and to work and well, you know how it goes. So Frank went to the baseball stadium and got stopped at a metal detector because they could sense the metal in the virus, so he got kicked out. He searched all over himself for any signs of metal when he got home, but he couldn’t find anything. His dad had a friend that was a scientist, so without his dad knowing he went to the scientist and found out, after a series of tests, that he had a virus in him. The scientist, Dr. Heiphelgloomerstein, noticed they had a memory file in it and checked it and found out where it was made. “It seems that this virus is activated by a button somewhere in the Appalachian mountains…Its going to take me awhile to find out where though…”
“Well then how about I just come back in a day or so?”
“Yes, yes, yes…” the scientist probably didn’t even hear Frank because he was absorbed in his work, starring at the huge map on his wall and in his microscope.
Chapter 7
The Downfall of the Boss
So Frank rode the snow mobile through the Appalachian Mountains until he found the hideout. He walked in through the door and two guards tried to attack him. He karate chopped one of them in the throat, sending them sprawling on the floor. On the other one, he kicked him in the stomach and karate chopped him on the back knocking him to the ground. He took their guns and said, “I guess it’s a good think I took Karate lessons when I was six.”
He was wandering around the halls searching for where the virus was originated and three guards tried to attack him. He shot one of them and started running. All of that running did him good too because when he stopped, he was right in front of the control room. He opened the door and the Boss was standing there waiting for him. He started pacing around the room and said, “Thank you Frank. Thanks to you all I have to do is press this big red button and I’ll have my army. All because you touched a few people to spread the virus. Now I have to get rid of you. I’m sorry to do this you would have made a great soldier in my army.” The Boss lunged forward and tried to grab Frank, but Frank dodged him and remembered what he had said about how to spread the virus. Frank flew forward and slapped the Boss on the back. Now the Boss had the virus. Frank went to the control panel and destroyed the entire virus, except for the little bit in the Boss. Then, he pressed the big red button and the Boss was his. He pressed the self destruct button and ran out of the building with the Boss trailing right behind him. When he got home, he told his parents about everything that happened and of course they didn’t believe him until he showed them the Boss. So now the Boss does everything Frank wants because he has the control panel.
Chapter 8
One Small Mistake
Three days later
“Hey Boss!”
“Yes master?”
“Go get me a Mountain Dew will you?”
“Yes master Frank.”
The Boss shuffles away. Frank can hear him walk downstairs and open the refrigerator.
“Ahh,” Frank sighs. “Life is good with a butler that will do anything for you. Oh and Boss, get me a huge ham sandwich and when your done with that, go jump off a bridge then come back, I might need something else.”
From far downstairs you hear, “Yes master Frank.”

SPLASH!!!! “I’ll be back “master” Frank!!!! I’ll get YOU!!!!”

What Frank didn’t know was that water killed the virus. So Frank better watch out, the Boss will return.

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Sure, there’s the obvious answers, like being invisible to metal detectors and that the raw materials are far easier to scavenge, but what about, say, the fear factor?
I’d think it’s put the fear of God into someone if you lunged at them with a sword made from a sharpened thigh bone. Moreso, anyway.

Perhaps the shaft could be wrapped with sinew for comfort… mind you, it’d make a bit of a mess. Best not to wear white.

This is all well and good, mind you, but what about durability? Are there any non-metallic compounds that could be used to strengthen or otherwise reinforce the bone so it wouldn’t break when you plunge it through someone’s ribcage?
Ooh! Perhaps a spinal column with a skull atop! A very nice, and surprisingly heavy mace.
Edit: Yes, but how do I make these skeletal war devices stronger?
Annoyingly, the one who called me a dumbass has so far provided the best suggestion ever.
Edit: But BUYING one takes all the fun out of it…

dumbass.. if it went through the metal detectors that’s one thing…but not attaced to a spinal cord and skull.. you couldn’t hide it in your pants. Unless it was detachable…Certain rock to make it harder might work but the problem then arises as to how to get it in there without compromising to structure andoverall indurance of bone. The sinew thing is alittle much cause when it dries out than it loodes the points of comfort. unless you dipped it in silicone. Siicone might be able to be used and ground up rock. So grind up rock.. poke a small hole through the base of the bone…get some hot silicone and leak it through the small hole to fill in the holes between the rock shards and bone… than seal up the hole with some cool esthetic like aroc that fits perfect..seal the edges.. rap the sinews dipped in silicone and dried around the bone now comes the question of how to keep ti wrapped around the bone… with the silicone dipped around it ishould be pretty easy to braid or knot or whatever at this point…than presto! i don’t know it might work…..I STILL THINK YOUR CRAZY AND I WOULDN’T DO IT BUT WHATEVER-AT NO POINT AM I PROMOTING THE KILLING OF ANYKIND!