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Let me tell ya about the guy I ran into when I found the Walker...

Jim C (Mich)

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...ok, so I go door knocking at this old home that has one of those "been in the same family for over 100 years" consumer power signs. The lady says that she is not the owner and that he lives across the street. So I ask her if he gives me the ok would she mind if I detected there. She says no problem.
I get the ok and head back, park and get ready to detect and some fat slob guy comes out and starts acting all mad. Asking me, how long am I gonna take? I don't want you doing that. I told him that I had permission from the owner across the street and he starts saying, "He is not the owner, I rent here and I don't want you diggin up my yard." I told him that I don't hurt the property or nothing. He says, "thats not the point, just hurry up and get it done quick." What a butt face!! So I start detecting swingin quick and just hoping for big good signals. I look up and he is just standing there leaning against the window staring at me while I'm detecting. I think to myself, this aint worth it and was thinking I was gonna take off but then I think, hell with this dork and keep swingin. I hit the half and the indian was in the same hole. I put em in my pouch and leave. I just know there is more there but won't be finding any because of some jerk that had issues with his non owning rental stupidity. His wife gave me the ok, the owner of the property gave me the ok, and this jerk just wanted to be in charge. One of those kinda dorks. I found the mercs and other stuff at the Calhoun county fairgrounds. I usually get booted by old hag wives after getting permission from the husbands. This was the first time I was thwarted by a dude with pms.
 
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