You know, I love you guys. Smile, smile, can't get smiley's box to work, but thank God I'm back and not stuck in some Nevada jail somewhere. Well, you know I've got my tail between my legs, my head held low, and no old coins in my pocket, and you know why, cause you warned me ahead of time. Here's the quick story, (I hope).
Headed on out to the ilustrius state of Nevada, you know where Las Vegas, real whore houses, and lots of cool old ghost towns reside. Well that's all true, but whether or not you can afford Vegas, or the whore houses, (what I hear is they're pretty steep) or afford to take the chance of hunting in a ghost or mining town, is another story!!!!
I think I found a pretty S T R O N G answere in the "sweet" little town called Rhyolite Nevada, which is one of the old mining towns where they have a house built out of old Anheiser Bush beer bottles, worth a fortune in they're own right because the house was built around 1906. well on the front gate they had a little sign called the "Bearau of Land Managment" or BLM for short where a nice lady showed up and told me about metal detecting in Nevada. Apparently she worked for the BLM and very nicely, and personally, but forthrightly said. "OK, hear's the deal". Nevada treats gold mine towns about like the east treat's civil war cites. They're archeological sites, and if you get caught with any "artifacts" they can take away your detector, take away your car, haul you off to jail, fine you up to 10 grand, and then in a bad case keep throw you in prison for up to three hears. Well you know that made me jump for joy.!!!! I had a lump in my throat about the size of a golf ball, because I had visions of me finding old silver dollars, gold coins, indian heads, you name it and maybe an old gun or two, heading back to the forum to tell you all "how good it was". I'm still shakin' in mly tennis shoes thinking about that. Well I'll guarantee you it scared the crap out of me, but I took some video, looked around a bit and thought: "Hey, what if I just go to one that's deserted and maybe I could get away with it. You know, I hate to admit that, but it's the truth, and I'm really ashamed because I feel I still have morals and scrupals, but I "wanted it soo bad" I decided to go to one of the "so called" deserted mining towns and check it out. I drove down this dirt road for 10 miles and started seeing some old delapited buildings, but it didn't look like much and I noticed that there were some "newer" mobile homes and vehicles there so I thought about it, and, God help me, but I pulled the Quatro out because they were over the hill and started detecting a little. There were two walls made out of carved stone and a pit in the middle of it, but, you know I was so scared and the guilt got to me so much, I quit detecting and put the detector back in the car. Man what an ordeal. It sure takes the fun out of detecting, when you know you're probably breaking the law, (acording to the BLM lady) and that there might be an officer living in one of those mobile homes. The only thing I found was a square nail laying on the ground, and you know that the time about 30 years ago when I got caught by the ranger in Yosemiti national park, I had found some square nails just before she showed up.. what an omen that was, so I hot the H..., out of there.