The funny thing is how I found it... Growing up in a new 60's housing plan,the new suburbia , the fathers all got together and built a baseball field for the kids on land locked property above the housing plan... It was flat but not level, outfield was higher than home plate... They welded a pipe back stop together and covered it with cyclone fence...
I always ended up playing out field because I sucked as at baseball...
The ball got hit down the first base line in and ended up in the woods...


looking for the ball, me and another friend both saw the ball at the same time in a big bush type plant and then realized that there was a big knife next to it... I said I sucked at baseball, not competition, I got to it first...
It's been a very long time since I told that story... and it's not a
BS fairy tail... My wife asked my what my father said when I showed him the knife??? I replied, Hell, I don't remember ... Probably his usual ... That's nice, I don't care if its right or wrong, just do something !!!