the_hunt_is_on
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So I'm new to this hobby and I gotta admit I've been a bit shy to just get out and do it. My gear hasn't seemed quite right and my wife thinks I'm nuts, but hey! These are things I've always known! 
So I said today is the day and I conducted my first playground hunt at an elementary school across the street.
I observed the sign posted at the entrance of the field which states, "NO ANIMALS, NO BIKES, NO SKATES, NO SKATEBOARDS, NO KITES"
I entered and searched the sand for about an hour. I found some buried soda cans and nails and a bit of clad.
And then just as I was finishing my grid passing underneath the monkey bars, that which I had been dreading finally happened.
A middle aged guy with a border collie approached me. Now, understand, I have nothing against middle aged guys or border collies, but the way he approached from behind, plus the "I've got something to tell you" look on his face really got me bothered, before he even opened his mouth.
And then . . . he opened his mouth.
"You suppos'ta be doin' that HERE?" he sneered as Lassie began to squat.
And I said, "You know there's a sign over there that says 'no animals', but it says nothing about me." I continued my path.
He raised his voice, "HEY! I don't think you're supposed to be doing this here and I live in that house over there! And I'll be watching! And I better not see you around again or I'll be calling the cops, mister!"
I turned off my detector and started to leave, but I just couldn't help myself. I turned back and said, "It's probably best not to tell people exactly where your house is, you know, since you're such a C-sucker."

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THE HUNT IS ON
So I said today is the day and I conducted my first playground hunt at an elementary school across the street.
I observed the sign posted at the entrance of the field which states, "NO ANIMALS, NO BIKES, NO SKATES, NO SKATEBOARDS, NO KITES"
I entered and searched the sand for about an hour. I found some buried soda cans and nails and a bit of clad.
And then just as I was finishing my grid passing underneath the monkey bars, that which I had been dreading finally happened.
A middle aged guy with a border collie approached me. Now, understand, I have nothing against middle aged guys or border collies, but the way he approached from behind, plus the "I've got something to tell you" look on his face really got me bothered, before he even opened his mouth.
And then . . . he opened his mouth.
"You suppos'ta be doin' that HERE?" he sneered as Lassie began to squat.
And I said, "You know there's a sign over there that says 'no animals', but it says nothing about me." I continued my path.
He raised his voice, "HEY! I don't think you're supposed to be doing this here and I live in that house over there! And I'll be watching! And I better not see you around again or I'll be calling the cops, mister!"
I turned off my detector and started to leave, but I just couldn't help myself. I turned back and said, "It's probably best not to tell people exactly where your house is, you know, since you're such a C-sucker."

Your MD Ambassador to the World
THE HUNT IS ON