The thing about this hobby is that when you are hunting you are alone. No matter what, it is you and the signal. It is a private dance between you and the sounds coming from the machine. So it begs the question, do we do this because we like that solitude?
I mean, yes, finding stuff is really the most obvious reason why we do this but is the only reason? Is it even the most important reason? Why else would I endure hours of hunting even when I am not finding anything?
And this brings me to the title of this post. Lately, it seems that my close knit group of hunting friends has collapsed and I don’t know if this is just us wanting our solitude, sort of like the protagonist of Hemingway’s novel, or if there is something else happening. I haven’t been in this hobby long enough to know for sure. If I take my own behavior as an example, I am apt to think that this is temporary and that sometime this year we will all be back to hunting and having a good time. I hope so.
Thank you for looking!
The Dirt Is Good To Me 
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