Heyjak
Jr. Member
- Joined
- Oct 22, 2012
- Messages
- 69
- Reaction score
- 45
- Golden Thread
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- Location
- Long island
- Detector(s) used
- Whites vx3
- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
Been in this hobby year and a half. I won't go within 20 feet of someone at beach ,I bury my holes,would never hunt the strip without permission. Actually never asked to hunt anyone's yard unless I know them. There's plenty of places to go I just researched some bungalows from way back on a beach area ( polar vortex please go home) what turns someone into a slob hunter
Loving the sport but we need to police up our hobby by making slob hunters accountable. There really ruining it for the rest of us. Too late to buy a fishing pole. I like this hobby just not all the people in it.
I had just started hunting a parking strip in front of an old house, when on my second target I popped a big silver ring from about 2" down with my probe. As soon as I saw the ring, I grabbed it, and at the same instant, a guy claiming to be the home owner is yammering in my ear asking what I thought I was doing "digging" in his yard. I casually slid the ring into my pouch without him seeing what it was and turned to address his concerns. I politely pointed out that from the sidewalk out into the street belonged to the city but he was in no mood to hear facts when he already had his mind made up. He continued on complaining that I was digging up "his" grass and that he was the one who "maintained" it. Since I had just used a probe so far, I explained that I wasn't "digging" but that fell on deaf ears as well. It was all I could do to keep from laughing at his "maintained" grass as it was virtually dead and just dirt in many spots but I managed to bite my tongue and be nice. He then said "you better not be here when I get back"! I just smiled and said, "have a good day" and continued my search as I went down the block. About 15 minutes later I had made it to the next corner and as I was zeroing in on another target, a police car rolls up, and then another. I start taking to the first cop, answering his questions, and discussing the situation when my hunting partner comes around the corner and says HI to the cop I'm talking to. Seems they know each other, in fact, they work in the same office! We had a pretty good laugh on that one. The second cop waves and takes off. We all talk for a while, swap stories, and he wishes us good hunting as he takes off for more important duties than hassling us. He wouldn't say, but we figured the knucklehead I had the run-in with must have called and complained. I showed my partner the ring I found and I say, "I hope it was the guys wedding ring and that his wife gives him grief about it every day of his life"! I normally try my best to return rings when I can, but if it's his, this guy is going to do without....in more ways than one!
Loving the sport but we need to police up our hobby by making slob hunters accountable. There really ruining it for the rest of us. Too late to buy a fishing pole. I like this hobby just not all the people in it. I had just started hunting a parking strip in front of an old house, when on my second target I popped a big silver ring from about 2" down with my probe. As soon as I saw the ring, I grabbed it, and at the same instant, a guy claiming to be the home owner is yammering in my ear asking what I thought I was doing "digging" in his yard. I casually slid the ring into my pouch without him seeing what it was and turned to address his concerns. I politely pointed out that from the sidewalk out into the street belonged to the city but he was in no mood to hear facts when he already had his mind made up. He continued on complaining that I was digging up "his" grass and that he was the one who "maintained" it. Since I had just used a probe so far, I explained that I wasn't "digging" but that fell on deaf ears as well. It was all I could do to keep from laughing at his "maintained" grass as it was virtually dead and just dirt in many spots but I managed to bite my tongue and be nice. He then said "you better not be here when I get back"! I just smiled and said, "have a good day" and continued my search as I went down the block. About 15 minutes later I had made it to the next corner and as I was zeroing in on another target, a police car rolls up, and then another. I start taking to the first cop, answering his questions, and discussing the situation when my hunting partner comes around the corner and says HI to the cop I'm talking to. Seems they know each other, in fact, they work in the same office! We had a pretty good laugh on that one. The second cop waves and takes off. We all talk for a while, swap stories, and he wishes us good hunting as he takes off for more important duties than hassling us. He wouldn't say, but we figured the knucklehead I had the run-in with must have called and complained. I showed my partner the ring I found and I say, "I hope it was the guys wedding ring and that his wife gives him grief about it every day of his life"! I normally try my best to return rings when I can, but if it's his, this guy is going to do without....in more ways than one!
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Regardless of where you hunt (unless you're just going to stay in your own yard) sooner or later you will run across someone who doesn't think you should be detecting the area you're in. If you're going to let that bother you, you need a new hobby. Not everyone is going to approve of what we do for a whole variety or reasons, logical or not. All you can do is your best to make a clean recovery, be friendly, pickup up any trash, and try to search sensitive areas in off-hours to avoid the chronic complainers. Sometimes you're successful, sometimes you're not. I've run across those types on the beach at 2:00am walking their dog. Sometimes they're just unavoidable. It's not going to stop me so I just try to make the best of it.






