My story is funny, but has nothing to do with other people bothering me while I detect.....
For my first year hunting I was dying to find my first colonial coin. My hunting buddy had many, many nice colonials he had found over the years, but as a new detectorist I had none. Everytime he would show me his 1700-era coins I would turn green with envy.
Well one day we decided to hunt a field that looked very promising for colonials. After about 4 or 5 hours hitting the field hard, I came up to a very tall old oak tree -- the kind you could envision a rope swing hanging from years and years ago. Sure as can be, my machine went bullistic at the base of the tree with a very strong signal. I dug and dug, and could almost see my first colonial coming out of the ground. And there it was....I popped it out and just rubbed lightly on the coin as to not harm it. I was so excited. All I could see was the bust of a figure, but I knew it was a great colonial that was in great shape, too.
I did the dance, and loudly called over for my buddy to come quickly to admire my first colonial. He has much more experience with old coins then I do. As I handed my new pride and joy to him, he burst out laughing. Confused, I asked him what was so funny. Well, you probably guessed it by now.....my first colonial turned out to be a 1979 Susan B. Anthony dollar.
Ever since then, my hunting nickname has become Susan B........ :-)