Last Night and the this morning has been a trial. I have had my first run in with the cops on my way to the spot. (It was 1am ish) and then the very next morning I get thrown off the soccer grounds.
I was watching the cricket and Australia where Hitting the Poms all over the park. They scored like 309 Runs in 49 overs, It seemed the inevitable would happen. (It did) So as my wife and youngest where away I decided on a night hunt.
Packed up the Detector and threw the screwdriver (for popping) and the gloves and utility belt on the passenger seat.
About 300 Metres from home the blue and reds in the rear view mirror signaled it was me they where after. I was going to floor it, But I drive a great wall so that idea didn’t seem smart.
Pulled over and waited for the Police officer. Blew in the bag and luckily I fell asleep that afternoon and didn’t fill up the beer fridge 0 Reading.
Cop thanks me and then Just as I am about to start the car he says. “Mate, I have to ask, is there any reason you have a screw driver a torch and a pair of gloves on the front seat at 1 in the morning?”
I looked over at my pile of gear and I could instantly see what looked like a burglars tool kit!
I laughed nervously and explained my reason for having break and enter tools on my person.
Had to get out of the car and show the guy the 705 and then demonstrate the pinpointer on my ring. I had a few finds in the bag from last hunt so that was enough to prove my innocence.
He then said “Are you that guy I see in Skate park some nights?”
“Yes that would be me” I replied.
“Be careful mate. have a good night” and my first brush with the law on my way to a hunt was over.
Decided Not to hunt and that I would hit the ground in the morning, so home to watch the Aussie’s bowl the poms into oblivion for a little bit then off to sleep.
Next Morning I’m up at 7am and on the ground by 8. I Hit the soccer grounds as I have done very well there in the past. I only dig surface stuff (3 inches or less) 99% of the deep stuff is rubbish.
Also I only dig in the spectator area’s and sidelines as this is where the finds are, No-One plays sport with a pockt full of coins or wearing $1000+ Rings etc. That and I am a rugby player from way back, the field is sacred ground.
Start my Hunt and within 1 minute have $1 in the bag, within 10 minutes I am Over $5 and happy as.
I look up and see what can only be described as a Cranky old Man staring at me like if he was 20 years younger he would have bashed me.
“Morning mate” I say as he is saying nothing.
He says “Don’t do that here.”
Me: “Sorry Mate, I was under the impression tha tthese where council owned lands and I was OK to go here”
Cranky: “NO, They own it, we lease it”
Me: ” Mate so sorry, I have my wires crossed, I do appologise. Would it be possible for me to apply for permission to detect the park?”
Cranky: “You can try if you want.” He spits back. ” We have had people here before and they have ruined the area.”
The converstaion went to shit from there as he seemed hell bent on being as rude and short as possible. My natural reaction to these people is to just tell the to P&^% Off. BUT.
I have over $100 in the bag from here and I have 80% of the area to cover. SO……
I showed him a spot where I had dug over 50 targets between 2 of the marked out fields, I asked him if he could see anywhere That I have retrieved a target,
Cranky looked over the area briefly, said “You can’t do that here” and walked off.
I may have flicked the bird at his retreating back for my personal satisfaction only.
Tail between legs I headed home and here I sit typing this.
Now I really want to detect that area, but I have been caught so it might be hard to get permission now. It’s right across the road from the council depot and I have hunted there in full view of hundreds of council employees and received nothing but a “Find anything” as I get back to the car.
To say I was surprised at Cranky’s reaction is an understatement and I think that he will be on the committee I need to talk to to get allowed back on.
I did introduce myself but failed to get a name from him.
For those of you, like me, who assume that some areas are public, BE CAREFUL. What seems public with open gates and acres of fields that hardly get used, is actually run by someone.
That someone could be friendly, or they could be an officious bastard that revels in the tiny bit of power they have.
I suspect when I approach the soccer culb this week I am going to find the latter.
Happy detecting guys and remember…. Do Your research.
|The finds from one session at the now closed to me Soccer fields.
Will I get permission to go back? Gee I hope so.