Old Man's Early Years--Observing Humanity

[Cupajo]

In those early years there were so many opportunities to observe humanity that I sometimes think perhaps it was a mistake to shelve my detectors. I could have had enough material for a book by now. During the summer swimming season there was always an antic to watch and sometimes participate in. People seem to think that you are part of the experience of the beach and have no qualms about getting in your way or asking foolish questions, such as "Find anything good?", as if you are going to tell them the truth or better yet, "Can I see what you've found?"as they reach for your container of miscellaneous trash.

Any self-respecting treasure hunter worthy of the name knows better than to put his valuable finds in with the junk he is removing from the swim area. My usual reply to either query is to show the person the container of flotsam and jetsam I'm removing from the water "To make their swimming safe" and if I play it right I'll get a heart felt thank you from them. One lady got teary eyed at the thought of my civic generosity or perhaps she was just a sensitive sort and I suppose the booze I smelled may have played a part. When a particularly aggressive sort got too close I would suggest that the sharp end of the scoop I was digging with would be hard on bare, wet toes and that I would not be responsible if they accidental became victim by venturing too close; also that as I was focusing on the sounds in my earphones I would not be able to hear what they were saying.

One obviously intoxicated woman staggered her way out to where I was digging and I warned her not to step in the hole by getting too close. Her antics were so funny it was almost a pleasure to be accosted by her. I had to stop and explain what I was doing and to show her some of the things I had found. She asked for a small object of junk jewelry I had found and I happily gave it to her and sent her on her way. She staggered to the steep incline at the waters edge and couldn't walk out of the water because of her "condition". On all fours she crawled out to where she could stand upright with swimsuit hanging below her rather large rear end, mooning me and everyone else in the water.

Somehow she kept her footing and made her way up the beach to her blanket and friends still clutching her prize. Along the way she managed to recover her modesty somewhat by dragging the sagging garment up over her ample caboose.

Sun, sandy beach and alcohol can set the stage for all sorts of comedy and as we know tragedy.

Continued another time friends,

HH

Cupajo

(No-one gets 'em all, but I'm workin on it!!!)

 

[Micheal_R]

Or 'do you ever find anything valuable?' or any of a myriad of others. Just keep the headphones on and pretend that you cannot hear. Generally, that seems to work> :

fair winds

Mikie

 

[david(tx)]

i wonder if moon lady remembered moonin' you the next day.

 

[Cupajo]

I doubt it. In fact I doubt if she was aware of it even then.

 

[Kelley (Texas)]

while hunting on land. One time, a little fat kid was being a pest and watching me dig up a few pennies. He would get down on his knees right in front of me while I dug the coin. The first few coins were pennies and he did not say much. Finally, I found a quarter and as I was digging it up, he reached out with a little fat hand, snatched the quarter out of the hole, and took off running across the field. I was laughing so hard that I could not continue hunting for several minutes. I will never forget that fat little boy stealing the quarter that I found...it was so funny.

Thanks for posting this story, it brought back some great memories. Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)

 

[Royal]

I have run into a few winners. I posted a story about a couple guys that were stepping on my dang head while trying to watch me in shallow water. I spoke to them about it and they told their daddy. He had the mistaken idea that he was gonna wup my arse.

I had a woman and her boyfriend walk up to me while I was gearing up one day. She didn't have a top on and was about Muskmellon size. I had a chore not to stare. They were from Europe and thought nothing of it.

I try to stay off the beaches when there are swimmers because I don't want to deal with them and besides that, I use a hooka with a 60ft hose and I don't want that bothering them.

Most people are interested when they seem me gearing up but that interest soon waines when I go under and there is nothing to see is my hooka quietly putting away on the surface. I stay down usually three or four hours so most are gone when I surface

 

[Sunny]

since then, I had decided I was not too good at it anyway. I would much rather hunt for arrow heads as to metal detect!