Here's another interesting encounter I had that occurred approximately a year and 1/2 ago. I met a detecting buddy of mine at La Jolla shores for a early morning minus tide. We had already been on the beach for several hours, its dark of course, and he usually heads in one direction, and I the other. So I get a target, dig it up and its a ring, not gold but maybe stainless. So I flash my strobe in the general direction he went to get his attention. I see this guy start walking towards me from the dry sand, and its not by detecting buddy. The person is flailing his arms, and yelling something discernible. As he gets closer he tells me in a thick accent, oh my gosh I thought you were

policia. I was so scared. Oh wow you have metal detector. Ever since I young I want one. You looking for treasure. I hope you find big treasure. I believe he said he was from Venezuela, and he reeked of alcohol. Dude is right in my personal space following me around. He than says to me, don't worry I'm not going to kill you and take your metal detector. Im in fight or flight mode, I told him, I was going to continue what I was doing, and didn't want him following me. He got the hint, and walked up towards the restrooms. I immediately called my friend only to find out he had already left the beach, not seeing that he had texted me that he had left already.