Well, actually I haven’t since the day when I caught the end of my crop in my necklace chain going over a jump and sling-shotted my favorite amethyst pendant into a huge patch of poison ivy. I had never experienced poison ivy until that event but I guess the massive dose of it that I subjected my legs and hands to that day overwhelmed whatever immunity I had.
Yes, I found the pendant — but I had to rent a metal detector. And no, it wasn’t even in the poison ivy!
However, I suppose if you’re a real man, you put on your best jewelery to ride on the beach.