Like many, it's an addiction that has paid for itself. I go places I never went before (the roads not taken) looking for prospective hunt sites. It has made it more appealing for me to meet many of the locals and has provided me with many opportunities to do good deeds. The allure is that the next plug, may be "THE PLUG" that holds a bucket lister, an old coin, or cool relic. There are so many other unhealthy ways to spend my time, but I choose to stroll around listening for beeps. I find it simply amazing, the quantity of items in the ground. What once... I would have considered junk, now is regarded as treasure. Now when I crack open a beer, it's to celebrate another great day's hunt. Even if I didn't swing the coil that day, I can come here and see that someone else has and it's in need of a celebratory beverage.
By the way, a twelve pack normally lasts a month (unless we have company over). I prefer long neck bottles over cans.
Maybe someday I can share a pitcher or two with some of the members here on Tnet, "My kind of people"!!!
Those blips have on occasion turned into deep pennies or other coins! So, you never know!
