10-24-2016, 07:56 PM
Tried out a 'new to me' spot today. Huge old park surrounded by 1800's homes.
Pulled up and parked my car, when I noticed one of the nearby homeowner's bagging leaves on his property. Went up and chatted a bit about his house, neighborhood, etc., and the fella was nice enough to let me search the front yard. I was waiting on my friend Gerry, and we wanted to hunt the park first, so I told the homeowner we'd be back in a few hours.
As I was very early, I decided to start detecting the park while waiting for Gerry. First few minutes I was feeling out the ground and target depths as I normally do at a new spot, and I managed to snag a wheatie, but the soil was very dry in that section, so I decided to move.
After moving to a different spot about 30 yards away, I start swinging again and notice some guy walking on the footpath that surrounded the park, about 40 yards away from me. He was full on staring at me. As if he was in disbelief. As he's walking, he keeps craning his head back around looking at me. Rubbernecking! He walks some more, and then pulls out what appeared to be a cell phone. "Nah, he couldn't be!", I said to myself, and kept on hunting.
Few minutes later I dig a nice old buckle, and a couple minutes after that I get a real faint whisper tone. Dig way down deep in bone dry soil, and out pops a barber quarter. I was happier than a pig in mud. "Man, it's going to be a GOOD day!" I said to myself. Well...
Not even 5 minutes later, in the corner of my eye, I spot a cop car cruising past the park. I keep my head down and keep swinging, but I never see the car pass by. Not good. I keep swinging and then I finally spot a female P.O. coming up to me. Put my gear down and I walk up to her...
"Hi sir, whatcha doing?"
"Looking for old coins and stuff, is there a problem, Officer?"
"No, not really, but we had a call-in and came to check the situation out."
It was Rubberneck!!!
Anywho, this lady was very nice, and didn't seem like she honestly gave a shit about the call, but then another cop car rolls up, and a giant Irishman gets out. He too was pleasant, but was gently persuading me to leave through all sorts of cockamamie excuses.
After going back & forth on the issue, I finally told them both I didn't believe there to be an ordinance, but if one was furnished to me, I wasn't going to break the law, I would leave. Sure enough...
Big Irish calls his higher up on his cell phone, comes back and tells me that detecting is indeed allowed, however, digging is not. He even writes down the ordinance # for me. He told me he probably never would've said anything if he saw me, but since it was a call-in, his hands were tied. Sooooooo...
I wait for Gerry to get there so I can give him the bad news, and we decide to hunt the nearby house, as that was our only other option.
Wound up getting another silver quarter (a Washington) and some nice relics, but my day was ruined by losing a real good park. Glass half full though, at least I got a barber outta there!
After hunting the house, we went to an old standby spot, and Gerry did well too, so the day wasn't a total wash, but SHEESH!!!
Joe
Pulled up and parked my car, when I noticed one of the nearby homeowner's bagging leaves on his property. Went up and chatted a bit about his house, neighborhood, etc., and the fella was nice enough to let me search the front yard. I was waiting on my friend Gerry, and we wanted to hunt the park first, so I told the homeowner we'd be back in a few hours.
As I was very early, I decided to start detecting the park while waiting for Gerry. First few minutes I was feeling out the ground and target depths as I normally do at a new spot, and I managed to snag a wheatie, but the soil was very dry in that section, so I decided to move.
After moving to a different spot about 30 yards away, I start swinging again and notice some guy walking on the footpath that surrounded the park, about 40 yards away from me. He was full on staring at me. As if he was in disbelief. As he's walking, he keeps craning his head back around looking at me. Rubbernecking! He walks some more, and then pulls out what appeared to be a cell phone. "Nah, he couldn't be!", I said to myself, and kept on hunting.
Few minutes later I dig a nice old buckle, and a couple minutes after that I get a real faint whisper tone. Dig way down deep in bone dry soil, and out pops a barber quarter. I was happier than a pig in mud. "Man, it's going to be a GOOD day!" I said to myself. Well...
Not even 5 minutes later, in the corner of my eye, I spot a cop car cruising past the park. I keep my head down and keep swinging, but I never see the car pass by. Not good. I keep swinging and then I finally spot a female P.O. coming up to me. Put my gear down and I walk up to her...
"Hi sir, whatcha doing?"
"Looking for old coins and stuff, is there a problem, Officer?"
"No, not really, but we had a call-in and came to check the situation out."
It was Rubberneck!!!
Anywho, this lady was very nice, and didn't seem like she honestly gave a shit about the call, but then another cop car rolls up, and a giant Irishman gets out. He too was pleasant, but was gently persuading me to leave through all sorts of cockamamie excuses.
After going back & forth on the issue, I finally told them both I didn't believe there to be an ordinance, but if one was furnished to me, I wasn't going to break the law, I would leave. Sure enough...
Big Irish calls his higher up on his cell phone, comes back and tells me that detecting is indeed allowed, however, digging is not. He even writes down the ordinance # for me. He told me he probably never would've said anything if he saw me, but since it was a call-in, his hands were tied. Sooooooo...
I wait for Gerry to get there so I can give him the bad news, and we decide to hunt the nearby house, as that was our only other option.
Wound up getting another silver quarter (a Washington) and some nice relics, but my day was ruined by losing a real good park. Glass half full though, at least I got a barber outta there!
After hunting the house, we went to an old standby spot, and Gerry did well too, so the day wasn't a total wash, but SHEESH!!!
Joe