On a run through the Bloomfield Hollows last week, I found Protractor No. 111 glued to a wall half-hidden behind some overgrowth. A protracting friend told me he found several others while walking a dog through down there later that evening. So I scheduled an early morning expedition. In retrospect, the Hollows are an obvious place for protractors: out of the way and already home to many tags. I found eight, including No. 200 on the way down there and No. 113, a charming fellow tucked inside an old electric meter.
For those and the others: