I went out detecting the other day for the first time in forever. For my sortie I selected the Mighty Compadre. I got to the park and dug a hole or two when an older man approached me and we had a great chat about the park and such. He showed me the trash he had picked up that day while looking for keepers but eventually he left.
He hadn’t been gone for 5 minutes when a younger guy approached me. He was on his way to detect the same general area where I was hunting. He said he had been hunting the park for a long time and he hardly ever saw anyone there. We talked for about an hour about all things detecting.
By the time I went home I had 9 chewed-up zinc pennies and a bunch of detecting stories. Gosh I missed this!
The Dirt Is Good To Me 
Me too, buddy. Me too.