Button Up for Uncle Sam...

[dahut]

... Yessir, this is the time to be living in South Carolina! Just a hint of frost this morning and a hot cup of coffee, steaming brightly in the cold. I pondered the early morning glow as the sun was reaching over the horizon and wondered,

"Where to go detecting?"

Well, it was an easy answer - the old swimming pool.
This old pool goes back to the fifties according to my research, yet it has been closed down for at least 25 years. It has always had a fence around it and has been posted, so it has never really gotten more than a look-see from me. I went by recently to look over the nearby pond and lo and behold - the fence is gone! The pool is wide open. The choice was easy.

I got busy right away and before long, I looked up to see a truck coming towards me across the grass. Whoever it was, they weren't getting out in the cold to chat.

" Howdy," says the driver as he rolled down his window. It was an old gentleman, about 65 or 70.
"Hey," I says. "How are you this bright day?" I always try to be first with that question - helps break the ice a little.
I went on to introduce myself and ask his name and if he was the owner of the propery. He introduce himself as A.N. and said that indeed he was the owner.
"Well, then I'm lucky I met you. It's my pleasure."
I apologized profusely for not asking permission first, but I didn't know just who to ask. It was early and there was no one around. I really didn't want to cause no trouble.... and if he objected to my presence, I'd vacate the premises, tout suite.
"Naw," he says, "you're alright. I'da preferred you asked aforehand, but you're right - there really aint no way to know who owned this old place."

We chatted a bit and he said I could have at it, and come on back any time. He also reminded me that he owned the used car lot up the road and if I ever needed a car, to come see him. I promised I would - gotta love a salesman.

It was a nice little hunt site, full of all the great things I like: coins, trash and pulltabs.
Plus, there was lots more to search as I only had a little while to stay.

The Golden hummed along nicely in the trash, doing better than another unit I had brought. I hauled along one of them little yeller detectors, hoping it would give a little better separation around the junk. Wrong answer! It's incessant bonging and boinging had me back at the truck in no time, grabbing up the Golden.
The Tesoro picked along in the trash as well as any, and just signalled with more expression than the yeller model. I went back over a couple of lines I had run with the yeller one, and found targets it had missed. So much for that!

Here's the gleanings:
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An Army U.S. pin and a 1948 Wheat cent where the only notables. Here they are:
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I will go back to the pool. As you can see coins were there and lots of pulltabs. This tells me few have bothered to hunt it and where there are pulltabs at a pool - there will be gold. Thanks for looking

 

[Beale]

Looks like a good hunt to me! Good job on the permission, Beale.

 

[tvr]

dahut,
Certainly does look like a place to go back to.
I like that button.
tvr

 

[XLT-user]

You did fine didn't you. Lots of variety...keeps it interesting.

 

[Gunnar of bradford MN]

sounds like you are talking about the ace 250 no offence taken i dont own one but that looks like a good spot you found must be somthing good hid in all those pull tabs be patient and keep looking

 

[tabdog]

Hay Dave,

I've had tha same thing happen ta me.

I don't talk about it much, but if I didn't do a survey job

for that feller, I done one fer someone he knows.

If I'm wrong, I'm gone and off ta tha next place.

I do commertial porp's that way once in a while,

but I probably worked for them at some point.

Hard ta explain to a Non-Arkie.

But I'm sure there are a lot of folks that are a fixture

like me.

HH,

Tabdog

 

[dahut]

... well, Dave, it helps to know a lot of people... or to act like you do. I consider myself a friend to everyone I meet. I try to be the first to give - call me a giver. But it is sincere in my case, as our fellow humans are all we have in this world. Without them we are alone. So that comes across in my attitude.

I've also been a licensed Realtor for some years (currently inactive) and I know a thing or two about real property and the law.

Flatly put, I'm in the wrong if I don't have permission. To some that seems like a revolutionary idea and they gotta try and argue the point. They have this notion that all land is open to everybody. Well, that isn't so. Property rights are the same as other ownership rights. Essentially, if aint yours - it belongs to someone else and you dont have rights to it without permission. You can't argue that away.

So, when I can't find the right person to ask, I gotta admit that I'm wrong and ask for their acceptance of my apology. When you are first to do that, it changes the entire psychology of the encounter, as a rule.
Now, you can't get away with that if you've jumped fences and torn down "Posted" signs on your way in to detect. If that's your method, you're on your own.

But for most open area meetings where you have your hat in your hand, it can de-fuse the situation to just be open and cover his objections up front. If he won't budge, then you scoot along and no hard feelings.

 

[tabdog]

Good post David.

It is hard to explain my position here.

I know tha police. I know tha realtors.

I know tha utility workers. I have been

a surveyor for 30 years.

I had my own survey business for years.

I worked for contractors, Engineers,

Utilities.

I do not go on private property un less I

have a good idea that property is in tha

hands of people that I probably know, or

are well known to them.

I always ask permission if I can find tha

owner, even if I do know them. It's just

tha friendly and responsible thing ta do.

Old surbayors can become more or

less a fixture around here.

That's one reason I act like I already know

people when I meet them. I probably do

know them and just can't remember.

HH,

Tabdog

 

[dahut]

That's one reason I act like I already know people when I meet them. I probably do know them and just can't remember.
Same here. I been around these parts a long time.
If I don't know them, I usually know someone who does.