Amateurs. My friend's house was on the city limit, so about a hundred yards out in the desert from his backyard we had a bucket buried in the ground with a piece of plywood on top covered with dirt. You could only find it if you stepped on it, because little puffs of dust would come up from the edges of the wood. We would wander around a lot looking for other people's stashes, and it was common to find a porn mag or two on our journeys. Once we came to this depression in the ground with millions of magazines scattered all over the place. Our jaws dropped, we dropped to our knees, and we raised our arms in glory, but they turned out to just be catalogues or something.