mikeofaustin
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I was first at an elementary school where I found 4 pennies total for a few hours of work. Everything seemed hunted out because the only good targets I found (indicating large silver) (quarter, dollar, etc?) were all registering more than 6-8 inces in hard, compacted dirt from years and years of foot traffic. Well, upon digging, I guickly find a huge limestone rock, or very, very hard clay in EVERY single good target. It was intriguing getting those readings, but a person would need a pick ax to get to them. After spending a few hours there, I've decided to take my 4 pennies and hit a local park (I leave slightly frustrated).
So, on to the park with tennis courts, swings, pool and LOTS of picnic tables.. I find that every path from the picnic tables, leading too the pool are loaded with clad. I mean, every 2 - 3 feet. A vision pops into my head, of a little boy in his swimming trucks, running back to the pool from the picnic table, after getting money for the vending machine from his parents. Now, this kid, having no pockets, has a tight fist around his vending money, and in his exitment, steps on a sticker, or trips and falls, loosing his money everywhere.
As I'm on the dozenth or so penny, I get fed up. Why didn't the parents give them just quarters? Why are there even pennies mixed in with the quarters? So, I start digging only quarters. Unfortunately there are not many at all. Perhaps the other MDers got lazy too? Perhaps they got sick of all those dang pennies and already got the quarters. Now, if this was an older park, I would have dug, but it's not.
I think the day ended well, because as I'm in the volleyball sand, I look up and a pretty lady with her ~5 year old son, asks me what I'm looking for (I make sure and look for metal on the ring finger too, as well as in the ground) "Well, I'm looking for anything, but I'm finding mostly trash". She asks another question, this time noticing her foreign accent. "Your finding trash?" she says. I start walking toward her and pull out the cool motorcycle that I found 10 minutes earlier in the sand. "I did find this though..." I hand it to her son. She asks me about snakes. I tell her maybe in the creek down yonder, but not up here, but still, not even this time of year.
A few more minutes of conversation, and before I lose stuff to talk about, I leave on a good note, "Well, maybe I'll see you again, and I'll have more motorcycles"...
She was probably the prettiest one that had ever asked me, "What are you looking for". I think perhaps sometimes, that when people ask you that dumb question, they're simply trying to flirt (or get free toys). I have NEVER had a guy ask me that question... only "anything good". I guess now, I'll have to go back and dig those dang pennies, and bring along a previous found matchbox car, just so I can talk to Paula from Romania again.
So, on to the park with tennis courts, swings, pool and LOTS of picnic tables.. I find that every path from the picnic tables, leading too the pool are loaded with clad. I mean, every 2 - 3 feet. A vision pops into my head, of a little boy in his swimming trucks, running back to the pool from the picnic table, after getting money for the vending machine from his parents. Now, this kid, having no pockets, has a tight fist around his vending money, and in his exitment, steps on a sticker, or trips and falls, loosing his money everywhere.
As I'm on the dozenth or so penny, I get fed up. Why didn't the parents give them just quarters? Why are there even pennies mixed in with the quarters? So, I start digging only quarters. Unfortunately there are not many at all. Perhaps the other MDers got lazy too? Perhaps they got sick of all those dang pennies and already got the quarters. Now, if this was an older park, I would have dug, but it's not.
I think the day ended well, because as I'm in the volleyball sand, I look up and a pretty lady with her ~5 year old son, asks me what I'm looking for (I make sure and look for metal on the ring finger too, as well as in the ground)
"Well, I'm looking for anything, but I'm finding mostly trash". She asks another question, this time noticing her foreign accent. "Your finding trash?" she says. I start walking toward her and pull out the cool motorcycle that I found 10 minutes earlier in the sand. "I did find this though..." I hand it to her son. She asks me about snakes. I tell her maybe in the creek down yonder, but not up here, but still, not even this time of year. A few more minutes of conversation, and before I lose stuff to talk about, I leave on a good note, "Well, maybe I'll see you again, and I'll have more motorcycles"...
She was probably the prettiest one that had ever asked me, "What are you looking for". I think perhaps sometimes, that when people ask you that dumb question, they're simply trying to flirt (or get free toys). I have NEVER had a guy ask me that question... only "anything good". I guess now, I'll have to go back and dig those dang pennies, and bring along a previous found matchbox car, just so I can talk to Paula from Romania again.
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