Had the good fortune and oportunity to work in Norfolk a few years ago, I had to sort out my own digs, so chose a nice little village with plenty of history and a good B&:beerbuddy:. One of the first things I mentioned to the land lady was that I liked metal detecting and did she know any of the local farmers??
When i got back to the B&:beerbuddy: on the first night she had already phoned most of the local farmers and got me permission to detect on their land what a woman

Went and spoke to the nearest farmer that night as his farm had the main London to Norwich Roman road running right through the middle of it. I explained I would be at work till 17:00 and wouldnt be able to get on his land till after dark. (it was winter and got dark around 17:30) he was more than happy with this, as he saw it as a bit of extra security to have someone around his fields.
The very next night I'm on one of his fields which also ran close to the modern dual carriage way....first thing i heard was a police siren followed by flashing lights hurtling down the main dual carriage way at Ramming speed I watched the lights dissapear into the distance and then same thing again another police car lights flashing, siren sounding and also going at ramming speed...it was at this point i thought to myself something serious must be going down in the main town which was about 6 miles away.
I thought no more of it untill around 5 mins later both cars are at the edge of the field, lights still on with 4 policeman shining torches at me shouting Stop what youre doing and come here This was hard to hear as they had also seen fit to bring 2 dogs with them who clearly liked the taste of metal detectorist. :cheesysmile: needless to say, walking towards them became slighlty difficult with my trousers now doing their very best to contain my fright....if you know what I mean :blush:
To cut an even longer story short, once the farmer was contacted and an explanation was given they did see the funny side of it. They were more interested in what i had found after that and i eneded up giving them some roman coins which they were very happy about

As for the dogs I still felt sorry for the increased sense of smell and could only appologise on my own behalf lol lol.
So with this in mind I suggest taking a spare pair of pants (thats Britsh pants) as i think Americans call trousers pants:huh: and I'm not entirley sure what you call underwear :cheesysmile:
*Edit* having re read the original posters forum name, clearly my suggestion is irelevant rofl