Back in the 1930s, during the Great Depression, my father and grandfather paid off the mortgage on the farm through income from turpentine.
This is a catface, where the bark was scraped off a pine tree so its sap would ooze out, to be caught in a metal cup nailed below on the tree.
Sounds you don't want your smart phone to make: "Plop!" as it falls out of your pocket into the pond.
Now you might think it would be easy to find, since you can plainly see it fell straight down. Nope, I've rummaged through the bottom all around with fingers, then with a potato fork. Nothing. I blame it on the beavers, who I think are facebooking with it.