Well, I used to, then a bunch of land "developers" bought up the farms around me and built a bunch of houses and condos a few years ago. Killed off almost all the Tibicen dorsatus cicadas and Dynastes tityus beetles. I can still find them if I look really hard, but it's getting harder and harder each year.
I'm thinking of moving to another location as soon as I can. Of course, all the land developers will probably follow me, because, apparently, I'm like a freakin' human divining rod to them.
Cheers
P.S. - Hmmm... Kinda' reminds me of a story Chief White Halfoat tells in the book, "Catch-22":
"Every place we pitched our tent, they sank an oil well. Every time they sank a well, they hit oil. And every time they hit oil, they made us pack up our tent and go someplace else. We were human divining rods. Our whole family had a natural affinity for petroleum deposits, and soon every oil company in the world had technicians chasing us around."
Yup, just call me Chief White Halfoat. LOL