I tried doing something similar this past spring in the old Outremont Train Yards behind the studio. Two issues stopped me: The ground is like cement and I had a visit from two police officers. Hands calmly placed on their gun holsters, they came up and inquired about what the hell of was up to. Apparently someone was concerned about my 'suspicious' behavior. I guess the sight of a man carrying out a large piece of plastic (it was to hold water) and digging a large hole was alarming.
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don't forget your twitchy eye!
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