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  1. 12 points
    Haven’t posted in a while. I enjoy seeing everyone’s gold finds so here is some pics. I will do a SG on this one at some point. I’m pretty good at guessing weight especially the half - 5 grammers. I was way off on this one. Found in a small wash about 3’ on the bank just out of the wash. 18” deep approximately. Probably knocked off 5 grams of caliche. I keep the scale at work so no pre weight taken. Brownie
  2. 10 points
    Well, I tried a new way to get out to this new gold area I found. The gold seemed fairly small, but I had to hike in at least 3 miles to get there. So I tried to drive in another way in hopes of only having to hike in a mile. Of course Google Earth made things seem better than they were (almost like I could drive right there), but in the end I only cut about a mile off the hike (one way). So now I had a decision to make … take my GPZ 14" coil, the GM1000, or what I call my Midget Coil (10" Xcoil). GPZ 14" about killed me getting out there last time so that was out. I love the GM1000 on bedrock, but some of the bedrock here was very hot. Usually in those cases, I will go to my GPZ 10" Xcoil, which I venture to say is at least on par with the SDC 2300 (with the exception of being a little bigger). And the Xcoil is still a pleasure to hike with. So off I went. I started out hitting the areas I had been to before and got some good signals. First piece was only about .1g. Then I started finding slightly bigger .2g pieces. Most of these seemed to be what I call runners. Those are the ones in washes that I find on the sides of the wash, trying to run away when they see me coming. The larger coils tend to lose a bit of depth when checking the sides and depressions. The 10" Xcoil, however, does very well getting in there. Overall, 5 pieces were found (total .75g). Not a lot, but at least half of these finds were detected very carefully with the 14" coil and were missed. The Xcoil was very clear on all but a 1 grainer piece that was about 2" deep on it's side. All in all, it was just a fun day crumb chasing.
  3. 8 points
    Let me know what you guys think. Might be a little boring, its my first attempt at doing these kind of videos!
  4. 5 points
    I finished welding and painting the topside of my fuselage today. I also got a chance to annoy the neighbors with some low horsepower action...
  5. 5 points
    I feed my dog rare earth magnets and then make it run after my old car. Dogs are lower to the ground and easier to flip over to check for meteorites than a truck. Cats might work too but they have to be tied to the bumper to get them to follow you. I haven't tried the cat trick yet because I lost my bumper experimenting with cows and magnets.
  6. 4 points
    I just gave birth to a big chunk of hernia mesh. I have had a wad of that stuff that got displaced and formed a big knot about ten years ago. This deer season it started giving me grief after packing my deer out. Mighty uncomfortable. I got imaging and it showed a big wad in the fold of my leg that looked just like the brow tine on that big buck. About an inch in diameter and a couple inches long. The point was just about in my scrotum and the butt end was over my femoral artery and vein. No surgeon would touch it. It got worse as the weeks went by and I was frantic. My only option was to go to UCLA and try and get into a research program to remove it. I finally found a cowboy with a sharp pocket knife to take it out today. He is an awesome trauma surgeon at the local hospital. He got (most) of it out and I am back home resting comfortably. He managed to save most of my nerves and muscle and didn't even kill me. I know I have been a bit of a prick in the past three months. That is probably not going to change much but at least you guys know why. Now I expect a lot of sympathy because I am laying here like a gutted trout. It will be six weeks before I can lift anything heavier than my big furry peaches. So if any of you guys have been entertaining fantasies of whipping my azz now is your chance. Your window of opportunity wont last long so make your travel plans now. Soon I will be up and around and as ornery as hell. The good news is I have nothing to do except gripe and preach for the next six weeks. So if any of you guys want to squabble I am your huckleberry.
  7. 4 points
    Last couple weeks i have been waging my new wond, minelabs equinox 800, and it's been fun. Here are some keepers i found. So i reeled in some clad, some diamond gold plated ring ( costum) and earring that looked real but not a diamond. Also included is a few other things i picked up learning my new machine. ht
  8. 3 points
    I recently went down to Sherando Lake and detected behind the park benches, found a nickel, dime, and a penny (all recent) and not much else. Nevertheless they are my first find coin-wise and thought I should share here.
  9. 3 points
    Small Bedrock BonanzaI was on a prospecting walkabout one midsummer day. The sky, a perfect cobalt blue was accompanied by the deep warmth of a blazing sun. Happy to get a break from several days of either cold drizzle or pounding rain, I checked out some old workings near a creek almost strangled by thick stands of Alder, deep green ranks of horse-tails, clumps of butter-cups, and tall meadow grasses.The heat from the sun made it humid by the little creek, with no breeze to lift it. However, this combination made things perfect for an attack by a living wall of black flies, mosquitoes, and no-seeums. The air was so thick with them that I was forced to breathe through my nose and keep my mouth closed or I got a mouthful of flying protein! So, I whipped out my can of nuclear grade Deet and gave myself a solid spray. That done, the flies backed off and spun angrily about four inches out.With enough bug paste in my mouth to last a lifetime, I cut up the creek bank into the much cooler darkness of a stand of hundred-year-old pine, the floor carpeted with freshly dewed ferns. I wound along through the timber, then turned parallel to the creek, heading about thirty feet upslope. At this elevation, there was a gentle breeze blowing that sent the bugs back to the creek.The signs of old 1800’s workings were everywhere, with more modern excavations from the 1930’s. Exploring the old diggings, I found some exposed bedrock. It appeared that a small operation had stripped off about ten feet of yellowish boulder clay (stubborn clay and boulders dumped by glaciers) to expose an old channel tight on bedrock, one that cut back under the steeply rising boulder clay.The cut was about twenty feet wide and about sixty feet long. It ended where the shoulder of the mountain thrust through at a place where the old channel took a sharp turn to dive back under about fifty feet of boulder clay. Clearly, it was far too much overburden for a small 1930’s operation to work.I headed back to the exposed bedrock, dropped my pack, and pulled out my sniping tools and my gold pan.I scraped around for any low spots that still held accumulations of original channel, containing small tightly packed river stones and dark-gray clay. I found some spots, cleaned them out, then headed to the creek to pan: almost no black sand, and no gold. I went back up to the workings and sat on a flat boulder. I took a long look at the topography. I noticed a spot where the bedrock rose sharply from the exposed sheet, then levelled off as it ran back under the boulder clay. I also noticed the bedrock located there was covered with two feet or so of clay slump.Personally, I'd rather not dig if there's good exposed bedrock to work, but as the bedrock was unproductive, I surrendered and took my shovel and cleared a spot about four feet square. The bedrock here was all uneven, with lots of irregular little pockets. I cleaned a few out but got no satisfying results. Ready to leave, I hesitated, then dug under the boulder clay where the bedrock started to dip beneath it. I was surprised to see a cumulative drop of about a foot, but then it leveled off again. However, what interested me most was the composition of the material between the boulder clay and the bedrock in the pocket I’d uncovered. It was a gray colored sand atop a packed clay and rock mixture that contained small pebbles. That material really lit me up! In that area, it’s the kind of stuff anyone hopes to find. It's a sure sign of virgin ground.What I had opened up to find the pocket was the bottom edge of the face, the portion exposed in the 1930’s. As a result, I was working intact ancient channel, possible placer countless years in the waiting. The series of irregular holes I'd cleaned right before hitting the drop-off were encouraging. However, this was a bigger pocket, about a foot across, a great looking trap. Pumped now, I cleared several pans of material to bedrock, then lugged them to the creek. No gold! What was going on here? Everything was so perfect. I pulled out some lunch and took time to reflect.After eating, I went back to examine the hole. The air had dried the moisture from the bedrock, and I was staring at some reddish bedrock, not black-colored slate like the other bedrock behind me. Regardless, that was not what caught my attention. The bottom of the hole was laced with what looked like a network of blood vessels, twisting purple veins sharply contrasted against the red rock. Never before had I seen such a geological result. Nevertheless, I took a screwdriver and scraped at the veins. Shockingly, they were nowhere near as hard as the rock. In fact, they were more like a purple clay, and I soon discerned they were sealing cracks in the bedrock! On fire, I dug and scraped and soon had about a tablespoon of material.I hurriedly took it to the creek and sunk the pan. The bugs were back, but I didn't care. The blood I’d donate to get a look at something so interesting was insignificant. As I mashed the material under the water against the bottom of the pan, the water turned an ugly purple color. The panning water had been crystal clear, but I couldn't see the bottom of my green pan. I sunk the pan flat in the creek and continued to let the creek carry off the discolored water. The water was now clear, and in the crease were very dark, heavily stained BB-sized stones. This was something new. I tipped the pan back to pick out some of the stones and saw the yellow flash of sassy gold emerge. There among the black BB’s were three chunky pickers, no fine gold whatsoever.I flew back to the hole. I gouged as far as I could into the cracks, but very little material remained. I took out an awl and probed the crevices and was rewarded with a soft resistance at the junction of two veins. I pushed harder and the awl dropped three inches. I twisted the probe in the opening, and it spun in an ever-widening circle. Having found a bedrock pocket that was fed by those gold-bearing crevices, I worked with a chisel and opened a hole to get the bent handle of a spoon inside. In this manner, I gouged around and drug out about three tablespoons of wet, purplish clay packed mixed with sand, and small stones. With no material left in the hole, I don't think my feet ever touched the ground on the way back to the creek.I got the same result as earlier, a cloud of heavily dyed material from ancient, oxidized sediments. The stones were slightly larger than BB's when I could finally see them in the crease, but this time the gold poked through nicely! A clutch of pickers in the quarter to half gram range, and every piece was rugged with character.I never found any more gold at that place as the bedrock dipped again, stopping me from chasing it under the boulder clay. But I did walk away with over ten grams of beautiful gold from my small, bedrock bonanza.All the best,Lanny
  10. 3 points
  11. 3 points
    How about feeding ants magnet filings to search for micrometeorites? That should would very well.
  12. 3 points
    A really low slung poodle in the "standing tail position" might locate a lost Spanish strewn field. Especially when hunting around burned areas where skilled masons collected diamonds from Venus. My dog rolls over and let's me check his belly for meteorites all the time. Maybe I should add some neodymium to his diet?
  13. 3 points
    Well, I installed Doc's(Doc's Detecting Supply) New Arm Cuff Cover on my detector today and took it out for a spin in one of the gold areas here in Arizona. I will say that it fits very snugly, is made of strong-durable material, with an adjustable arm strap, and is an added improvement (comfort-wise) to the worn-out cover that I was using. I don't know if any of you out there are like me, but I bought my Minelab GP-3000 new in 2004 and have never replaced the cover(as my photo's reflect). I have had to sew it up a couple of times over the years just to keep it from coming off. So, if the Arm Cuff Cover on your SD/GP/GPX detector is due for replacement due to it having very-little-to-no padding (as mine was) take a look at Doc's latest post entitled: FRESH OFF THE BOAT! Do you have an SD/GP/GPX? to get more specific details on this great addition (his photo's are much better than mine too ). "THANKS" Doc... Gary
  14. 3 points
    Detecting For Nuggets The Hard WayArmed with my detector one balmy, late-summer weekend, I set off to find a nugget or two.As a nugget shooter, I sometimes stupidly fail to appreciate the difficulties associated with hunting nuggets or the low level of compensation that might be the reward.So, I set off to work a spot where a tiny creek intersected a famous, gold-producing river.The Oldtimers had worked the area heavily; their hand-stacks of cobbles and boulders lay piled on a bench of highly fractured, black slate bedrock. However, I realized that moving all of those boulders would require far too much work. Therefore, I chose to hike instead along the river banks to detect the low-water levels of exposed bedrock.Square nails, blasting caps, a coin, lead fishing weights, .17 cal. lead pellets, pieces of disfigured iron junk were my only rewards. However, during my excursion I noticed two rookies panning across the river. Staggering and stumbling among the cobbles and boulders beside the stream, they entered the stream and flailed the water to a white foam in their steel pans. (Carefully concentrating heavy material, specific gravity? What’s that?) Regardless, it appeared they found no gold, as nothing was put in a bottle. (At the time, I wondered if they had even put dirt and rocks in their pans, giving them a better chance at finding the gold—just kidding. Regardless, their technique was awful, almost exactly like mine when I first started out.)Forgetting about the rookies, I looked up the bank and stared with no eagerness at the washtub-sized boulders and melon-sized cobbles stacked on the bedrock above. I knew the hard work ahead to detect any gold missed by those Oldtimers, ones who often worked swiftly, and sometimes sloppily, before sprinting off to the next gold rush farther north.Using a massive steel pry bar, buckets of elbow grease, and convoluted body positions any contortionist would avoid, I finally uncovered the bedrock after sending the rocks into the river.This was accomplished while simultaneously terrifying the aforementioned rookies across the stream. (Maybe chucking all of those cobbles in every direction, while generating colorful, explosive expressions had an impact?) Those rookies were somewhat shaken as well by the thunder produced by those rolling boulders, and the fountains of water generated as everything plunged into the twenty feet of fast flowing water that separated us.To calm the rookies’ fears, I stopped tossing and rolling rocks, and detected the bedrock instead. Nine targets were quickly identified. All turned out to be tiny bits of rusted tin can . . ..Quite demoralized, I sat down to think up a new strategy. Meanwhile, across the river, the rookies abandoned their pans, and they now attacked the bedrock on their side of the river. Cobbles filled the air, and boulders were rolled into the river—colorful expressions filled the air. Afterward, they scooped newly uncovered material into their pans, then foamed the water yet again, but still, they captured no gold. (At least, I don’t think they found any gold, because they kept throwing everything from their pans back into the river! However, perhaps they were members of that new, environmentally conscious breed of "catch and release" panners.)Knowing I wasn’t getting anywhere, I abandoned my diggings, waved a quick goodbye to the rookies across the river and fled the scene.As nuggets prefer clever hiding spots, I had a giant brainwave to drive a short distance to a veritable abyss. At its bottom were a series of exposed bedrock outcroppings. Being not so foolish as to hunt such easy pickings of bare bedrock at the bottom (although the next day, a wiser nugget shooter took an eight gram nugget out of said bedrock outcrops, #@$!*!), I chose instead bedrock covered with cobbles and boulders.After a leisurely two hours of hot sweat and ragged pain, the area was cleared to hunt. After numerous passes with the detector, a tiny whisper emerged as the coil gently scrubbed the sharp, steeply angled slate bedrock. After chipping and chiseling, the signal was slightly louder. Next, I turned the mono coil on its side and pinpointed the signal. Working with hammer and chisel around the signal, I popped out a quarter-gram nugget. (Well, back then pride [whose slave I sometimes am] demanded I call it a nugget! I mean, after all of that work, what else could I call it?)With a calm, yet horrifying recognition, my dim brain was forced to admit that never, with the exception of a near-death trip down some slick boulder clay, had I ever worked so hard for far, far less than minimum wage!Nevertheless, to lift my spirits and put me in a playful mood, I now had to plan how to pack sixty pounds of equipment up a mostly vertical, scree covered slope . . ..All the best,Lanny
  15. 3 points
    Will, lol, please hold off on that phrase until you’ve found one. Magical and helpful phrases like “keep looking down they are out there” and “gold is where you find it” are only meant to be used by guys who have actually found it. You can’t go around telling people that if you’ve never found one, your trying to sound like your an old veteran meteorite hunter now just because your obsessed with the subject but not any of the facts about it. Your going to tell someone that phrase and get them all excited about meteorites and then show them a hunk of asphault saying it’s a meteorite and it will be detrimental to anyone who wants to learn about the subject. You are spreading the opposite of knowledge.
  16. 3 points
    Great surgeons in New Mexico. IMHO I got one of the best there is. He did a hell of a good job. FYI Most private practice surgeons wont touch a meshoma no matter what state they practice in. Think about it. Why would a surgeon take a job someone else screwed up? They would be risking a lot of business on a job that may very well end badly. There are a very few surgeons who have ever done it. The mesh attaches to organs and creates a mess that can involve lots of stuff down there. So most of these procedures are experimental and done in big universities that are developing data and statistics. The rest are done by trauma surgeons on an emergency basis. Only the surgeon that placed it would consider removing it. In my case he retired 7 years ago. When I spoke to him he told me the same thing the rest of them did. "Go to UCLA or to MT. Sinai in New York. There is one guy in Las Vegas and a place in Hollywood. Good luck!" A trauma surgeon takes any mess that comes down the pike. They are paid by the hospital and their business does not rely on 100% reviews on social media. So they are willing to take the jobs the others are not. The guy that did my surgery cut his teeth in Chicago and is a super good guy. He is the head of the regional trauma unit here and is considered one of the best in the southwest. He was willing to do it and many others were not. My criteria for a "good" surgeon is one that is willing to help even if the risk of failure is high. You can contrast this with a guy who has a perfect success rate and wont accept risk if you want to. I didn't have that luxury though. I had a problem that was mighty risky but not an emergency. So I got stuck with the crappy no good surgeon who saves lives even if they have to risk their perfect reputation. I would kiss him on his fanny for taking the job. The alternative would have bankrupted me and sent me far from home to achieve the same outcome. So I am really happy with my shitty New Mexico surgeon!
  17. 3 points
    Bob your funniest and toughest man i have heard of, that story is amazing your right interesting is slightly an understatement. Thanks for sharing, it does not get more real or human than this thread.
  18. 3 points
    Interesting may be an understatement. The surgeon is a brother from Jamaica. A young squirt about my son's age. He has been cutting for only about 6 years. He took a shitload of photos and has them on his phone. So I have some photos of the incision with the meshoma in situ and as he was cutting it out. Also a glamor shot of it sitting on a plate. Ugly rascal. But my baby nevertheless. I invited him to go fishing with me on the condition he gut the fish. He jumped at the chance and told me he would love to. Then my son suggested we use my little giblet for catfish bait. We laughed and laughed. Then he said we could request it be returned to me. It would take 5 weeks. So... It looks like we have bait. Sometimes the truth is much better than any lie you could make up. IMHO this is one. So this little thread might end with fish pictures. Maybe a fish fry with my new Jamaican fishing buddy that cut the bait from my belly. It just don't get weirder. So stay tuned!
  19. 2 points
    The first shipment of 300 books will be here February 26-27. I will get them signed and get everyone's books mailed out asap. The remaining 2500 books will arrive in Montana April 3, I am told. Thank you everyone for being patient through this long process. Next Wednesday or Thursday. Almost here.
  20. 2 points
    You can drag a magnet at Holbrook and small pieces will stick. But you can't put magnets on a vehicle and expect any results at all. First the impulse power of a magnet is only an inch or two. If you are farther away than that you can't expect it to attract anything. Secondly vehicles are only good on roads and on open areas. Even if meteorites could jump 2 feet to stick you couldn't drive a vehicle over them. A magnetic rake puts magnets in contact with the ground and might reveal some particles. If you found particles it could indicate the presence of a strewn field. Then you could search with a magnet or detector in the usual fashion. If you knew you were in a strewn field already you would be going backwards by dragging a magnet with a vehicle. You would not get the bigger pieces that were buried or stuck in hard pan. The idea that you could put magnets on the bed of a truck and attract anything at all is preposterous. The rake method might clue you in to a strewn field in the same way a gold pan might reveal a placer area. But once you get to that point the only way to find meteorites is by searching for them visually or possibly electronically. There are no shortcuts to finding them that I have ever heard of. We used a Pulse Star detector with a big 4x4 square coil on the back of an ATV. We did find meteorites but in my opinion probably missed more than we hit. It was not much faster or easier than just swinging the detector and the setup would only get the big ones. So it is debatable whether that strategy was better than good old fashioned searching. A magnet is great to do a field test on a suspect stone. It is nearly worthless to attract stones you have not already visually identified as suspect. This is true for all the obvious reasons and several more that might not be so obvious. The same is true of electronic location. Trying to add a motorized means of moving the coil or magnet just multiplies the problem. IMHO the best and only way to hunt meteorites is on foot, by eye and with the help of a magnet or coil on a hand held pole.
  21. 2 points
  22. 2 points
    a Cupal would not be made of metal.... however, my Dad gold plated a coffee can trying to burn off the mercury...very pretty! fred
  23. 2 points
    I disagree Mike. All you need to do is snap some neo magnets on the bed of your truck and drive. Do donuts and stuff. Drive all over the strewn field. The meteorites will stick to the underside of the truck with other magnetic junk. Just park the truck over a tarp and take the magnets off the bed. The meteorites will fall off onto the tarp. It turns your F-150 into a meteorite harvesting machine! That is exactly how we hunted Glorieta. We just drove around the hills all day with magnets stuck to the fenders and cleaned the pallasites off the undercarriage when we stopped to get more gas. I swear it's true! .... "Feel free to share your favorite strategies when hunting a strewn field".
  24. 2 points
    My clock said 7:18am. So, I was driving north on I-17, and just as I passed under the Anthem overpass, I witnessed the meteor fall. The sun had not yet risen, but the sky was bright blue. The meteor flew east to west, and was brilliant white. I observed at least three pieces, the main mass and two smaller bits. At the time, it looked like it could have landed on the other side of the Bradshaws. Probably further though. There was a condensation trail that stayed in the sky for a few minutes at least. From the trail, I estimate the rock fell at a 20-30 degree angle from the horizon. Didn't hear a boom, probably because I was driving. It definitely caught my attention though. Best one I've seen yet. Luke
  25. 2 points
    Hello all, GPAA currently has a membership sale going on 25% off the regular 2 year membership for $115, and 30% off the 3 year membership for $155. The 3 year also comes with Free Shipping on their box of stuff they send to new members, so that would be another $13 saving. So for a little over $50 a year for a 3 year membership, it's starting look not too bad. Then I see they are offering another 25% discount on any membership to First Responders, Military, and Veterans. That put me over edge...I went ahead and joined. So if you are thinking about joining, or are already a member wanting to renew, seems like a good time to do it. I really never had much interest in joining GPAA. I know a lot of folks do, but the commercialism always put me off a bit. But with the 25% Veteran discount bringing the 3 year membership down $116, I figure for less than $39 a year I can deal with a little commercialism. Mike
  26. 2 points
    Hi Scott, Find yourself this book I posted a pic of. I used to live in Colorado Springs and this book got me on the gold while I lived in CO. I also used to visit the Colorado Springs Public Library which had more books and maps on placering and old claims in Colorado then you could ever read in a lifetime. There is many lost small placers and mines worth investigating if you take the time. Also the major past workings still produce gold for those willing to do the work and research to find open ground which is abundant, again, if you take the time to research.
  27. 2 points
    Thanks Frank. Im doing really well. Already better than before the surgery. I'll be on light duty for a while but I feel great. I should have had this taken out years ago. The first surgery put me down for weeks and was just horrible. I didn't get it fixed for ten years because it was so bad. This time was a completely different experience in every way. I just can't believe the difference in the way the surgeon and the hospital handled it. The initial surgery was a horror show from start to finish and they screwed up the job. Afterward they stuck a pain pill in my mouth and wheeled me to the curb. Then it was nothing but denials and excuses. This time I was treated like royalty and they really took care of me before and after the surgery. They made sure I was OK before releasing me and gave me good instructions in case things got weird. They call and check up on me and answer any questions. The difference in the care and the outcome is like night and day. I'll probably have some lasting pain and discomfort but they honestly did the best they could given the circumstances. They really tried hard to insure I got the best care they could give me.
  28. 2 points
    Couple more months and we will be in dry wash season brother.
  29. 2 points
    Gold Monster 1000 and the accuracy of its discrimination I didn't mention it in the video but I wanted to point out something to everyone that questions how well the discrimination works on the GM1000. First off I would say on bigger targets the discrimination is more accurate. However, if you watch the video you will notice that the second piece of gold that I find, the detector was strictly telling me that it was iron. It was a small target and I have had this happen a lot. I've also had a small piece of gold literally bong like a hot rock. Lesson of the day, DIG EVERYTHING! The only time discrimination is an acceptable option is when you are in a highly trashy area's like a cabin site, or when the hot rocks are a huge issue. My opinion! But you will miss gold, guaranteed! Not my opinion!
  30. 2 points
    Nice job on the video . . . Actually, any video that shows nuggets being found are win in my opinion.
  31. 2 points
  32. 2 points
    The black star in the upper right corner of flag, Cherokee Nation added that to original flag years ago, to represent it's fallen veterans.
  33. 2 points
    Yup. Since we met I have had a deer antler sticking me in the belly every step. Attached to my nerves, abdominal muscles and other giblets. The top of it just under the belt line (thats why I wear suspenders and not a belt) and the point down near the goodies. The arthritis in the back was related to the foreign body in my belly too. I have that back problem for years and it got so bad the last year I almost got surgery. But when this mesh started swelling up the back got better. I think a lot of the inflammation in the back was related because I have zero back pain now. The first time in three years I have been able to stand or sit without pain in my back. It just went away about Thanksgiving when this mesh decided to swell up. The doctor said that the junk in my belly could have caused an immune reaction that could set off swelling in joints. So my tendonitis in the wrists and arthritis in the back could have been aggravated by the wad of mesh. As soon as I can muck again we need to go dig holes! And yeah...the kayak was like sitting with a pistol in my belt. It poked me in the belly on one end and in the groin on the other. So I have been working with that handicap since the day we met on this forum many moons ago.
  34. 2 points
    Wow, that means every time we did that rugged 8 mile hike, or were out drywashing and digging, or sitting on the kayaks for hours, that sucker was in there!? Unreal man, I can’t imagine how good it must be to have it out!
  35. 2 points
    Damn, sorry to hear you're all laid up , I hope you heal fast and completely!! But now I'm feeling sorry for myself because now you can't do much but raise hell on the forum and I have to moderate your A$$!!!
  36. 2 points
    I have met him. He started as an arrowhead hunter in the blowouts. Dean Miera and I had plans to hunt with him. We were setting the date when Dean died. I never made the trip. One of these days im going to look him up again. ...one of these days...
  37. 2 points
  38. 2 points
    Just installed my new LEC (light emitting carbide) lights.
  39. 1 point
    Looks like where the cloud hooks attach when you want extra climb rate.
  40. 1 point
    Invisible Gold in Plain SightIn the past, I’ve talked about finding difficult gold: gold that is wedged deep in crevices; gold that is cemented in a matrix the exact color of the bedrock, hiding any cracks or crevices that were once there; also, I’ve commented on gold that is held fast in naturally occurring cement, looking like innocent concrete.Therefore, the focus of today’s story is on some hidden gold I chased while nugget shooting in the far northern gold fields, a place where thick forests blanket the mountain slopes, where wildlife is plentiful, where apex predators like grizzlies and cougars still rule the kingdom. As well, eagles and ospreys haul thrashing trout and grayling from crystalline lakes, and moose, elk or black bear can be seen lazily crossing open, green spaces.One cool morning, I crawled out of my outfitters tent to a clear, blue sky; the rain from the previous day had left a crisp freshness in the air, the scent of pine and fir sharp. Grabbing my things, I headed off up the canyon to a place I had permission to hunt.I was off to detect the exit ramp of a deep placer pit/cut where the miners had removed a lot of overburden to get down to the ancient channel beneath. However, I wouldn’t be detecting in the pit itself as the face was a wet, unstable wall that kept sluffing sections of itself into the pit below. Clearly, water seepage was a serious problem at this location and likely had been for the 1870’s old-timers that had worked the area back then.The placer cut itself sliced through the remains of at least seven ancient stream-beds, all crisscrossed one on top of the other at an ancient junction. The deposits were the result of long-dead glacial streams, left where two mountain canyons met. To clarify, these canyons were special. The high, black slate rims had protected the gold in those channels from being scoured out and carried away by what the locals called “robber glaciers”.There was evidence everywhere of the workings from the 1800's where the overlapping channels were probed by vertical shafts, then horizontal tunnels probed onward until the gold ran out. Then, deeper shafts were dug, more channels explored, and so on, with the work heading all the way to bedrock.The modern diggings were where they were because the miners had discovered a roomed-out section of bedrock on their claim, one worked by hand in the 1800’s. This is why they opened a cut and extended the area of that room. (After all, who tunnels and clears a large section of bedrock with pick and shovel unless the gold is good?) Moreover, the original room was excavated on what turned out to be a large, continuing shelf of bedrock. But, as the modern miners worked off to one side of the original room, the shelf ended (perhaps a fault), with the channel material dropping into a deep sump filled with large boulders. Furthermore, the exposed wall of that sump is what I’ve already described above.So, there I was detecting the top of the exit ramp to avoid being crushed by a collapsing wall. As for the detecting conditions, the bedrock was red-hot electronically. So, I used a PI detector, with a double-D coil, but back then it was only sensitive to nuggets of one gram or larger. While swinging the coil, I was getting lots of chatter from the ground. But, between the pops and snaps, I heard the faint cresting sounds of possible goodness in the threshold.Hitting a broad, repeatable signal, I scraped off the overburden of gumbo that covered the black and purplish bedrock, the bedrock itself laced with quartz stringers. Yet, however hard I looked, I couldn’t see a crack or fissure in any of it. I went back to scrubbing that severe bedrock with the DD and was rewarded with a strong series of sharper tones that rose above the background chatter.Tracking the electronic path indicated by the coil, the targets trended diagonally across the ramp, and then continued downward with the dip of the bedrock. It dawned on me I was likely following invisible crevices, ones once connected with the long-gone bedrock of the drowned placer cut. Therefore, knowing that the detector wouldn't lie, I got out my crevicing tools and carefully chipped the signals from the bedrock, exposing the hidden crevices. However, unlike an earlier find at another location, this material was not solidly concreted. It was more of a crumbly composition; nevertheless, its colour imitated the bedrock material perfectly by hiding those long-lost crevices.Next, I drug the material upslope from one of the diagonal cracks into a plastic scoop. I passed the scoop under the coil and got a cracking tone. I shook the scoop, settled the heavies, and sorted the material in the scoop.There were five nuggets in the scoop. None were over a gram and a half. But later on, I found two more hidden crevices using the detector, catching more of those small, sassy nuggets of gold.Personal confession, after catching nuggets, nothing lights me up like the rumble of chunks of gold as I roll them around in my gold bottle. I really don't know why, but I really get a kick out of that sound.But, at this point in my story, you can brand me just plain dumb, as the mistake I’m about to reveal is one I've made before. It seems I always get preoccupied with the nuggets and then forget to check the surrounding material from the crevices. (A bit slow sometimes, I guess.) Anyway, my partner, bless his soul, did not forget the importance of that surrounding material. He gathered it all in a pan and took the works to the creek (under some murky premise that other, smaller gold will often travel with nuggets).Man did my eyes pop when I saw how many smaller bits of good grams of gold there were in that pan!I learned that day the value of having a detector that could find gold hidden in plain sight as well as the value of listening to my detecting buddy.All the best,Lanny
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    Nice! That baby coil is on fire!
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    Concrete obviously, Most concrete has iron in it either as rebar or as the frequent amount of iron found in the sand mixed to make the concrete. billpeters
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    "Now I expect a lot of sympathy because I am laying here like a gutted trout." You're still breathing. . . a gutted trout. . . Not so much!! You will be up and around in no time.... . . Give yourself time to heal up. Hope you're feeling better soon.
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    The mining law only requires a location notice be described to the nearest quarter Section. That's generally a 160 acre area as Desertpilot pointed out. The BLM only indicates one quarter section on many of their files so the claim could actually be in 1, 2, 3 or 4 quarter sections and as many as four sections and townships. As you now understand the LR2000 is only one of several stops along the way to understanding where any particular claim may actually be located. When the BLM notes a crossover location like these in it's database Land Matters includes the claim in every section that it's been listed. The BLM and Land Matters is only the first step in finding a mining claim location. The County Recorder would be your next stop to track down the claim location. You can get a copy of the original location notice as well as any amendments there. In Arizona most County Recorders provide free online access and download of those locations and amendments. Those are free in Maricopa County. The Land Matters mining claim maps provide a direct link to the County Recorder Search site as well as enough information to fill out the search form there. You will find that some claim locations records, particularly in Arizona, are just indicated on their recorded "map" by an "X" somewhat indicating where they think their claim is located on the map. For many claims that is sufficient under the law. Get what information you can from the location notice and location amendments before you go to the next step. Put boots on the ground and look in the most likely places for claim monuments or stakes. The claim owner is not required to maintain these monuments after they locate but the prospector is still required by law to do their best to discover the location and status of any possible claims before they search for minerals. Sometimes you will find old monuments from closed claims or new monuments for recent claims. Knowing which is which is a matter of doing your research before entering the field to prospect. New claims, in many cases, won't show up in the County Recorder's for as much as 110 days - nearly 4 months. The BLM may be even further behind on showing new claims files in their database. It does seem like a "wild goose chase" but this is the system that's been in place since 1976. For 104 years before 1976 the system was nearly the same but didn't include the BLM. It was just the County Recorder's books and boots to follow. Believe me this system is much better than staring at at a tiny microfiche machine in a dark room at the Recorder's or worse going through the actual book and pages for days. This "wild goose chase" is the same basic system miners have used for thousands of years. It's an essential part of a successful prospectors tool kit. It's just part of the free valuable minerals grant in the United States. Those "free" minerals are a lot of work to find and take home! At Land Matters we try to make all this easier for prospectors. Land Matters was formed to fill the information vacuum created when the government took away the last few tools they provided for public land users to easily determine land status - including mining claims. We also provide a lot of information, research and educational resources regarding public land status, including this information on the Mining Claims maps front page: That's the short version of what I just wrote above. Look around on Land Matters and you will find a lot more information to make your research as painless and quick as possible. Hope that helps. Barry
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    That is all way above my head. What is "placers"?
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    Vit C ,collagen peptides and beef broth should help things along. Turmeric should help ,too. No good surgeons in New Mexico? Wtf
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    Dang, that is a bummer to say the least, but on the bright side i have a feeling there will be some interesting conversations around the corner. Get well soon Bob! In the mean time might as well raise a little hell. ht
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    The most prominent meteorite hunter in this area just has to be Skip Wilson. He's amassed a collection of hundreds of finds including Portales Valley which almost hit his house. Talk about luck with that find. All he had to do was walk out the front door and pick them up.
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    A Lonesome Nugget Tale Flashback to the the summer of '99, and I was swinging the SD2100 up in Northern British Columbia. We four-wheeled up an incredibly bad road to get to the site. The road was so bad that one of the other mining operations had dropped a big four-wheeled military surplus truck into one hole, and the unit sunk down far past the axles. After fetching a Cat, they finally got it out. So, this was the same road we had to negotiate, with the same hole, and we moved very carefully around the edges of it, as well as around other nasty water traps until we finally made it to a small creek in the high, northern mountains where the road turned into a rough trail. Being muddy and slick, the truck started to slip off the road, and we had to stop, walking was the only way forwardI got set up, made a lot of noise to alert the Grizzlies in those thick pines that we were in the area, and then I set off to do some detecting. It was a sunny day which meant the bugs were bad, but there were butterflies, songbirds and beautiful, iridescent humming birds at work on the alpine blossoms. High overhead, thin white clouds drifted on the mountain currents. Bordering the side of the trail, there was a long stretch of exposed bedrock that the Old-timers had cleaned off in the 1800's; however, as I detected, all I found were various sizes of square nails, bits of old tin cans, and tiny pieces of wire. A bit later, I spotted the remains of an old cabin farther up the trail. I scouted around it and tried some detecting, but there was so much trash under the moss beside the building that I gave up after a short while. I marched over to the creek and was confronted with piles of Old-timer hand-stacks, ones left where they'd worked the creek bed. However, all I found was the regular trash plus bits of lead from tin can solder.I worked my way back down the trail to where the truck was parked. My buddy was slugging it out in the brush while swinging his 2100, and he was in a serious war with the bugs, and the bugs were winning! In retreat, he came blitzing back to the truck for bug dope, and off he went in a different direction. So, that left me standing alone by the truck. I'd already detected all of the exposed bedrock I could find, but I'd noticed a curious spot earlier back up the trail where someone had dug a test hole and piled a big mound of muck beside the road.Since I had nothing else to do, and since my buddy was eagerly donating to the Northern Bug Blood Bank, I wandered down to the test hole. I detected all around the bottom of the hole and only found a few bits of tin, and two square nails. On the sides of the hole I found more nails, but these were round nails, so obviously this was an area that was worked in the 30's. To elaborate, there were more miners active in this particular goldfield in the 30's than there were in the 1800's gold strike.At the far end of the test hole, there was a large boulder. I scanned it, and the whole thing was a hot rock! I'm no geologist, so I have no idea what kind of rock it was, but the 2100 constantly sounded off on it no matter how I configured it. However, just to the side of it was a little dike of dirt, one pushed up from the test hole. I climbed up on top and started to detect it. The ground was very slippery, and the next thing I knew, it had caved off and down I rocketed into the muck and water in the bottom of the test hole. (Zero points for grace.)After that slippery adventure, I was ready to head back to the truck. I was muddy, wet, and tired. It had been a long unrewarding day, yet that far north there's still daylight at eleven p.m., so my stubborn streak kicked in, and I decided I'd claw my way back up to detect the top of that wall of dirt once more. And that's the thing, the material was dirt--no river run in it, just a bunch of black clay and goo (in retrospect, the black should have tipped me off that it came from deep down near bedrock). I walked along more carefully this time, came to the break in the dirt I'd made when I slipped off, and I gingerly slid the coil across the gap. Almost instantly I got a nice sweet signal. This one was nice and smooth, no harsh iron growl. I worked my way across the breach and set up shop. I passed the coil over the signal again, approaching from a different direction. Still a nice smooth sound and very clear. It sounded like it had to be shallow. I dug down with my plastic scoop and scanned again. The hole was silent, but the scoop had a nice rich sound when I scanned it. I processed the dirt in the scoop, and then dumped the remaining bit in my hand and passed it under the coil. The signal was definitely in my hand. I dropped the dirt onto the coil and, thwack! The object hit the coil. All I could see was that black dirt. I moved the lumps around and one of them squealed when I moved it. I picked it up and rubbed off the dirt. The golden glow confirmed its identity. It was a nice, sassy five-gram nugget.I detected around the rest of the dirt, but no more luck. When my buddy came out of the bush and saw my nugget, he gave the detected the spot as well, but no luck. My lonesome nugget was the only one that came to play that day.All the best,Lanny
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