Back in the early 70s, my girlfriend, a hunting buddy, and myself decided an old convent nearby looked like a great place to hunt. We drove up, parked and found an elderly nun (Sister Barbara) walking around the grounds nearby. We asked her if we could hunt there (of course had to explain MDs, not many used back then) and she said she thought it was a wonderful thing for young folks to do (we were in our early 20s back then) and said go right ahead. She watched us for a little while, once remarking that she remembered the "buffalo bill" nickels were were finding. We hunted for about 45 minutes with a couple other nuns nearby, and were finding all pre-WW2 coinage, a lot of it silver and having a great day. Suddenly this enormous nun, face flushed red with anger comes over and bellows out "what do you think you're doing!!!" We said we had asked permission and the kind Sister Barbara had told us it was alright. She angrily replied that she was the Mother Superior and that Sister Barbara was a senile old lady who had no authority to grant us permission to do anything. When we plead our case that we were just enjoying our hobby, not hurting anybody, and picking up all the litter we came across she just snorted and said "GET OUT!!. We complied and never went back It's now forty years later and they are tearing down the old convent. We always wondered if anybody else got in there back then or in later years. Two of us will try again in the spring, but the place may well be trashed with debris from the destruction of the beautiful old buildings from the 1800s.
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