So, following the "hunt where people gather" golden rule to extremes when I spotted where someone had puked twice, I figured drunk people means they lose things. I found a few inches below in the sand, a pink T-Mobile cell phone. Turned it in at the beach entrance and the girl came along looking for it. They were actually searching their car for it, so they would have never found it. Felt good to see someone so happy to get back something they thought was lost, especially when I told them where I found it. Otherwise, still honing my skills and digging more stuff to get used to the signals, so the rest of the am was a bust with foil, caps and a bullet.