Sort of like what a friend of mine said. He said that if he only had weeks to live, he would go hunting in Yellowstone National Park. Sort of the hunt of a lifetime with no consequences for breaking the law and mowing down Elk, Moose, Bear, etc. all in one day and all from the safety and comfort of your car.
If I had one hunt left, I would go to a place where the scenery was wonderful, the air clean, the only noise being that of rushing water and natures creatures. I would sit and ponder all the good times I had metal detecting, the amazing finds, and the unexpected encounters. I would remember the friends I had made while detecting or talking about it. I would remember the things I had done to help people find things or returning family heirlooms that were long lost. I would remember being at peace. I would prop my machine against the closest tree and walk away.
Daryl