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I know the temptation, but if you're not allowed there, you're not allowed. I figure bottles have waited this long, so if there's a spot I can't dig, maybe in the future, I'll be able to dig it. Why not go back and talk to the owner of the property? You'll feel a lot better.
Gd'afternoon Lauren,
The owner of this property is either the feds, or the Department of Real Good Skooling, I'm not really sure which. In rationalizing away here, I'm sayin to myself, "I'm a taxpayer, I'll even pay a diggin tax, but geeze-Louise!" I've tried to get permission to dig on land owned by quasi-public agencies before. If you want to go on an never ending snipe hunt, try even finding the person who might give permission, let alone receiving an answer that doesn't begin with, "Our insurance carrier doesn't..."
The contractors are moving real fast now. I'm thinking that the retention pond, is about to be filled with real large boulders. Though, I've not yet talked to them, I've received too many fast, dismissive answers that begin with, "Our insurance carrier doesn't..."
I guess I'm just plain flustered, frustrated, and frazzled. I have a real problem walking away from a clearly 19th Century exposed privy or trash pit, that is about to be buried, or paved over so that someone can more easily park their Datsun.
I'm not prepared to do a night dig here. Anybody have any good guerilla digging advise? I'm trying not to look up the penalties for Trespassing under the influence of antique bottle fever. Charlie, if you don't mind my asking, how long did you get in the hoosegow?
Prolly just another case of durned if you do, double durned if you don't. But, still...
Hey Jamie, another great tale. Have you listened to these guys?From.
"Who ya gonna call..."
ORIGINAL: surfaceone
Hey Joseph,
Thanks for the security guard perspective. I agree that I was trespassing, but think that "John Wayne's" response was outta line. It was my mistake for not thoroughly circumnavigating the site before walking on. I drove up from the back street side, saw that the fences were gone and said to myself, "Oh, boy..."
I find it interesting that at the most recent site, I've been questioned, in a totally friendly manner by two actual police officers who were interested in what I was doing, made no mention of trespass, and encouraged me to watch my back in a dangerous neighborhood at twilight.
Yesterday's encounter with the security guards was also cordial and professional, but resulted in my removal from the site. I understand that this is their job, and they did it well. I bear them no ill will.
Tomorrow is another day. If it is not incinerator hot, I hope to incorporate a couple of the guerilla tactics fellow members have suggested into my bag of tricks. Where the heck is my hard hat?