Uncle Willy
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you hit a hunt site that looks prime and as if there will be a coin under every blade of grass and under every bark chip but then after an hour or two of walking your legs down to bloody stubs you haven't found squat and you feel like chucking your tector into the nearest dump box and taking up knitting as a hobby?
I had such a time this afternoon. Hit a school I visit ever so often and after covering every foot of the playground I wound up with a hot seven cents. Then I wandered around the ball fields and the front lawn area until it was nearly dark and wound up with a grand total of eighty four cents. It was as if someone had hit the area with a giant vacuum cleaner and sucked up every coin in sight. Either that or God is really pizzed off at me for some reason.
Bill
I had such a time this afternoon. Hit a school I visit ever so often and after covering every foot of the playground I wound up with a hot seven cents. Then I wandered around the ball fields and the front lawn area until it was nearly dark and wound up with a grand total of eighty four cents. It was as if someone had hit the area with a giant vacuum cleaner and sucked up every coin in sight. Either that or God is really pizzed off at me for some reason.
Bill