Answer:
People like this usually live in rural areas, unless they are lucky enough to strike oil and move to Beverly Hills.
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.
When I get closer my tail grows longer, but when I go away my tail leads the way.
Pirates put their booty in it.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.