KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT
You never know who's looking. I keep my nice finds deep in an inner pocket somewhere, quickly squirreling them away as I find them. The common stuff goes in the pouch and ALL the trash I can stuff in my pouch is right up front.
I have to admit to some sadistic glee when Im approached by someone who asks, "Find anyhting?"
"Sure, always," I say and shake my pouch vigorously, everything in it rattling loudly.
They usually get a look somewhere between suspicion and greed at that moment. Then, just when the suspense has reached it's zenith, I teasingly reach in and ....... haul out a handful of can slaw, old lightbulbs, foil and iron lumps, extending this vat "treasure" towards them willingly - as several pulltabs and corroded zincers flutter from my clenched fist to the ground.
"See," I say.
"Oh," (more like, "Oh my!) is the usual reaction as they take a step or two in retreat. They wish me, "Good Luck," or some other half-hearted platitude and fairly well move along at that point. I see them shaking their heads and muttering to their friends or family and pretty soon, the whole place knows for sure what a crackpot I am...better left alone.