my grandpa was a crusty, grouchy old dude. He did smell of a pipe, but he wasnt a fan of children. He used to take a jar of pennies, and scatter them across the yard. He would say "there are 237 pennies. dont come back till you have them all" I dont think he knew how many there were, I think he guessed high, and kept us out of his house, and hair. I didnt feel well once, and he flipped out. Wanted me to sit out back and watch everyone else hunt. and we only got to keep half the pennies we found. what a jerk.