If the field is good, the weather is fine and the mood is great, then in this field you can always come across a certain digger whom you have never met here before. In principle, you can bypass, you can pretend to be a stormy cop in an empty part of the field, like finding an open wallet, and then leave and watch as this competitor runs straight to the same place. Or you can cross paths and say hello and chat with interest.
Oh, how many such meetings I have had. People are different. The most soulful are family diggers. Yes, there are such lucky people whose wives completely share their husband’s hobbies. They don’t imitate infatuation in order to herd their beloved like a ram. What if, instead of digging for coins, he goes to the sauna with free-spirited girls? Namely, they dig with enthusiasm and even figure out what needs to be dug.
There is a separate category of storytellers who, after the first “hello,” immediately grab their smartphone and show what they found there “last week,” and there is the Constantinian ruble and the golden denarius of Brutus. Now, only Tutankhamun's mask is missing. I have an acquaintance who, in three years of digging, found only one piece of silver – a five-kopeck cloudlet. So he doesn’t put it out of the swag bin. He carries it with him on all trips. And then, here, a meeting with an unknown comrade, and he, defiantly, “look what you just found.”
There are those who demonstratively do not make contact; you say “good afternoon” to him, and he turns his face to the side and walks away to the horizon. But, all the same, the most common ones are adequate, talkative and sincere guys. With proper communication, you can, without revealing too much about your places, find out what and where they have recently dug up good things in this area. And, if you have scouted out your region well, this information can be compared with what you already know and predict where other similar places might be.
