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    Happy Birthday Luke, you're now a big boy at 4 years old, it's time for you to get out and get yourself a birthday nugget now that you're almost grown!!!
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    Thanks guys !! I went out yesterday and found 4 !! They're small, but better than the skunk. I found three with the SDC and one with the Goldmaster V/sat in a thrashed patch known as 'the Birthday nugget spot'. The pickin's are getting slim around those parts, I hope I can keep the tradition going next year. I'll also take this moment to wish everyone who had a birthday this year.... Happy Birthday !! We all made it around the sun again !! Luke
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    WELL,.. "THANKS" for all you're comments "fellow-detector-dudes !!" I consider any day a Great Day when I can walk away with at least one one-gram-nugget for my efforts that day, as they appear to be becoming few and far between these days. So I was delighted to say the least to get just under 5 grams with those three larger nuggets that day. "So the Hunt Continues,....."
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    I think 70 lbs is more bow than I want to tackle Bob. Hurts my joints just thinking about it. It's a good deal on a great bow though. When I was in much better shape, 65lbs was all I could handle and still hit something. I definitely want to explore the lower poundage road this time around. With my bad elbow, I may not even be able to draw a 45 I'll find out tomorrow at sportsmans!
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    When I was a youngster and fresh back to the States after living outside the country since infancy, I discovered a coal and diamond deposit next to and under an old school building in Arizona. The deposit consisted of dime-sized chunks of coal, which I correctly identified, and many small diamonds, some with perfect clarity, and others with either green or blue impurities. The incorrectly identified "diamonds" even scratched glass, which I proved on the windows of my mother's home (undiscovered until later). I let my best friend in on the secret, drew up a 60-40 contract in my favor (he would recieve 40 Red Ryder wagonloads of diamonds for each 60 wagons of loot I took home), and we began excavating, straight down five or six feet, and then under the school's footings. School was out for the summer, so it took a while before we were caught and accused of attempted sapping of one of Prescott's historic buildings. By that time, the hole was large enough for two kids to work side by side, and we were long past the old stem wall and well on our way to tunneling entirely under and beyond a rear corner of the building. It turned out I'd located the school's old ash dump, which contained a considerable amount of unburned coal and a lot of crushed bottle glass. The police officer (who was already familiar with me, and would become more familiar in coming years) tasked with investigating explained to me that an addition to the school had buried the old dump. Back when he attended that school, before the addition was built, kids would line bottles up on the ash dump and practice rock throwing, which was sanctioned by teachers as long as the glass was broken into small enough pieces to not be too hazardous to bare feet. Point being, I learned early that not everything that's hard, clear and sparkly is a diamond. Also, that it's important to understand history (human, geological, and sometimes both) to understand what you've found today. In your case, the Netherlands have a well-documented history of glassmaking, and parts of your country must almost be paved with the offal of that craft, so if you find a hard, clear, sparkly near-surface specimen there, think glass, not diamond, especially if the specimen far outweighs the largest unflawed diamond ever found anywhere on the planet. Reality can be a bugger, especially if it clashes with hopeful but erroneous presumptions, but experiencing dashed hopes can be an important part of learning. Or not. That really is a pretty hunk of glass.
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    Been shopping Craigslist/offer up and Facebook Market place for the last two months for a quad to use for exploring and detecting. Had a guy sell one out from under me when I was going to take a look at it. I was bumming a bit, but looked at Craigslist again and a guy just posted a 2011 Yamaha Grizzly with only 186 miles on it. I got it for 4800$. Heck, its barely broke in and all the other people wanted 45-6000 for quads a lot older and more miles. On the way home I decided to take the surface streets as I knew the tires on the trailer were pretty old....yah, guess what...BLOW OUT! Right in front of Discount tire!!!! Pulled in and they actually had 78x13 tires. The good Lord works in strange and mysterious ways. Had to do a lot of work to the trailer. The newer quads are 2 inches too wide to fit. Made some ramps and it all works great. Thanks to Chris Cartwright for steering me towards the grizzly.
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    Here's a nice nugget found in Lost Basin near Meadview, AZ. Used a Minelab 5000 and some serious digging to get to it. Stayed at the Canyons End Motel. Nice Folks. Miner Friendly. Bob
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    Having no feeling / numbness in one's feet totally sux..! I can still get away with wearing wading mocs at the sandy beach beaches but have no idea whether a Colorado River beach is dirt/sand or rock strewn river bank / whatever.. Point being is my days of getting away wearing low cuts detecting elsewhere are over; I need to be wearing ankle-support shoes or boots.. They make a huge difference.. You need to be wearing them too if you aren't already doing so.. Swamp
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    Take a look at this one Bob. I'm seeing a lot of happy people shooting them. https://www.oldbow.com/galaxy-ember-takedown-longbow.htm
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    Happy birthday!! Wow 4 years old.... !
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    Happy 4th birthday Luke. Man your getting up there. Have a good day.
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    Have a goot one! Dont over do it Tom H.
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    Happy Birthday Luke, make it a great day !!
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    Happy Birthday Luke. Have a good one.
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    Good ol' Wartsman's Sporehouse. It's like Victoria's Secret for men. If you go there more than three times a week you actually start growing hair on your palms. https://www.walmart.com/ip/Pse-Kingfisher-Bow-Only-Right-Hand-45Lb/190998888?wmlspartner=wmtlabs&adid=22222222222042848297&wmlspartner=wmtlabs&wl0=e&wl1=o&wl2=c&wl3=10374129276&wl4=pla-4578572596852237&wl5=&wl6=&wl7=& wl10=Walmart&wl12=190998888_10000003281&wl14=pse kingfisher&veh=sem&msclkid=849cdaeca8ef1c1c10c986e7ebd448cb Here is a 45 lb. PSE Kingfisher bare for $89.99 delivered to your doorstep. I think it is the least expensive new bow on the market. It isn't pretty but it shoots good and is indestructible. Mine is the 35 lb. version with a fishing rig on it. I thought a 35 would be a kid's bow but it is quite a pull and slings that big fiberglass fishing arrow out there fast. The only issue I had with it was the string that came with the bow was too long and I could not get the proper brace height. I had the darn thing wound up tight and it was still hitting my thumb. I bought a new string and it adjusts to a comfortable brace height with just a few twists. I shot this thing thousands of times this summer and brutalized it on the boat. I think it has been a good value and I would recommend it. If it broke in half tomorrow I would probably go buy another one just like it.
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    Hokes books are pretty outdated but they are free for download... they are good for process and recovery but have a adherent link to refining. IMO it will get you further then standard refining processes. Knowing how to clean and seperate material for refining is a huge plus. Some books offer information that is better or more in depth than others. Safety is the most important part of the journey! It is NOT to be taken lightly. If the youtube videos are being watched try "sreetips". He has a good reputation. He also offers a multitude of videos that relate. Raw materials are not created equal... we have to manipulate them to be as equal as we can.
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    Detector Pro makes the finest headphones around.
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    From my buddy Lanny, in Alberta - Old Santy Crashed His Sleigh One NightOn Christmas eve of ‘62,Well, things was lookin’ mighty blue.There’d been a crash, a wreck all rightA prairie mishap one dark night.But let me backtrack just a bitSo you can ponder all of it.One special night so long agoFound Santy Claus all set to go.Away up North one winter’s night,The sky was filled with stars all bright.And on that Eve, old Santy flewHis magic reindeer sleigh, it’s true!But later on a storm arose,The worst one ever I suppose,The wind commenced an awful blowThat filled the air with ice and snow.Old Santy couldn’t see at all,And then his sleigh began to fall.His reindeer froze, then couldn’t flyNo matter how they fought to try.So down it went, the sleigh and deer . . .This filled old Nick with dread and fear‘Cause in his sleigh were all the toysFor countless wishful girls and boys.A dreadful drop, a jarring crash,All Christmas hopes it seemed to dash.Old Nick was groggy, light of headAnd mighty lucky he wern’t dead.The racket woke a skinner oldA muleteer if truth be told.Snug in the fort he’d heard the soundOf something crashing to the ground.Jake left his bed all safe and warm,In Benton’s fort assailed by storm,Then grabbed a lantern off the hook,Threw on his boots to take a look.No other souls awoke that nightThe soldiers, freighters, slept right tight.So Jake took off to look aroundFor what had crashed into the ground.The snow had drifted rather deepSince he’d retired for his sleep.So through the gate he left to seeThe site of such calamity.Outside the fort, an awful sightRevealed itself by lantern light,A busted sleigh and reindeer too!Old Santy Claus was turnin’ blue.Montanny winters sure are cold,They favor steely men and bold.So Jake the skinner acted quickTo save those reindeer and Saint Nick.The deer he quickly tucked awayInside a stable filled with hay.And by his fire he propped Saint Nick.But things were lookin’ mighty sick‘Cause Santy Claus was out of it.His reindeer too, the whole durn kit!Who now to take the gifts and toysTo all those wishful girls and boys.Yes, Jake was in an awful fix!He needed stuff like magic tricksTo find a way to save the nightAnd get old Santy’s sleigh in flight.A thinkin’ some, he shook Saint NickTo see if Santy had a trickTo help him on his new-found quest.Yet, Santy didn’t look his best.But all at once, in Santy’s hand,Appeared a bag of northern brand.And on it words, “Pure magic dust”,Jake knew right then this was a must.For in the back, a stable stout,Held eight old mules. They’d help him out!Those mules could fly, with magic dust,And Jake had earned their life-long trust.So in a flash, out back he flewTo coax his mules that job to do.No purdy names his mules they had‘Cause Jakey’s mules was mostly bad.As Patch, and Bob the oldest two,Why any livin’ thing they’d chew.They’d tear a chunk from hide or hairAnd once they whupped a grizzly bear!While Mike and ornery, nasty BingWould kick their hooves at anything.A dance girl once had flitted pastAnd caught herself a hammered blast.And Patch who had a taste for beerHad once romanced a long-horned steer.Old Sam possessed a nasty moodHe’d use to pitch off any dude.But Jack was just an ornery sortA little wide, and awful short.Now Jenny, she was sort of cuteTo skinner Jack, that old galoot.So Jack approached his fractious crewAnd let them know just what he’d doBy cussin’ loud, with swears and such,If troubled times they brung him much.Then findin’ harness, tack and kitJake started singin’ songs a bit.‘Cause every skinner oughter knowSome songs to sing to start the show.His mules perked up, their ears they cockedAnd on their heels they gently rockedFor singin’ soothes the savage beastOr calms it down, a bit, at least.So Jake commenced to sing a song,It wasn’t loud nor awful long,But just a shorter sort of thingThat Jake dreamt up that night to sing.“Yippy ki-yi-yippee, ki-yippee ki-yewMy home’s in Montanny, the gold is here too,Yippy ki-yi-yippy, ki-yippy ki-yayMy home’s in Montanny but Santy I’ll play.Yippy ki-yi-yippee, ki-yippee ki-yeeMy home’s in Montanny, but Santy I’ll be.Yippy ki yi yippee, ki yippee ki yewMy home’s in Montanny, but this job I’ll do.”Then Jake began to sprinkle dustA needful thing, a surest must!Them mules, their eyes grew mighty wideAs wings they sprouted on each side.Like Pegasus they rose right quick.That magic dust worked mighty slick.Alarmed, Jake staked them to the treesTo stop them flyin’ off like bees.Yet on the ground lay Santy’s sled,All bent and lookin’ awful dead.But magic dust is sure strong stuff.A pinch or two was just enoughTo perk that sleigh and make it shine.Now Santys ride was lookin’ fine!The toys were scattered in the woods,But Jake corralled them children’s goods.He set them back in Santys pack,That Christmas Eve all dark and black.Off to his shack Jake softly trodWhere Santy gave his head a nodTo give permission to old JakeOn Christmas Eve those toys to take.A buff’ler robe Jake swiftly foundAnd wrapped it tightly all around.Then up he climbed into that sleighWith mules hitched up to fly away.Those brutes of his looked mighty calmThat magic dust, a healin’ balm.The storm abated at that time,And to the sky that sleigh did climb.Without a hitch of any sort,Jake cleared the walls of Benton’s fort.Well Jakey made old Santy’s runOn Christmas Eve, and it was funA slidin’ down those chimleys blackWith Santy’s loaded goody pack.He stuffed the socks and left the toysFor all the little girls and boys.He snarfed the milk and cookies too.And sometimes sampled stiffer brewLeft out for him by kinder soulsWith Cheery Christmas warm-up goals.A snort or two, but nothin’ long,With Jake his fear was mighty strongIf Forty Rod too much he sipped,Old Santys sleigh might just get flipped!And that would prove an awful thingOn Christmas Eve with gifts to bring.At last—no more—his job was done.Jake finished off his Christmas runBy touching down old Santy’s sleigh.Of course, he put his mules away.Back to his cabin Jakey creptWhere by the fire old Santy slept.So off to bed went skinner Jake‘Til Christmas morn he came awake.But Nick was gone, his reindeer too!So Jake got feelin’ mighty blue.Yet, on his wall he found a note,And if I may, I’ll share a quote:“To skinner Jake, my truest friend,Old Santy Claus some help will lend.When Winter snows melt fast awayHead out to Alder Gulch to play.The rush won’t start ‘till ‘63The first to stake you’ll surely be.The map I’ve drawn will get you there.I figure that should make us square.”Jake found the spot without a hitch.The strike he made was filthy rich,And his good fortune was becauseHe’d helped out dear old Santy Claus.All the best of the season to everyone,Lanny
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    Those 2 guys were on another show called ice cold gold or something like that they were with a group of guys somewhere in iceland or greenland looking for gold and found a bunch of rubies-lots of drama between everyone and the show went of the air-Im a sucker for any gold/gem related shows so yes Ill be watching this one as well Mike C...
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    You two mathematicians are not too great at word problems are you? If you re-read my post you will se that I did not say that 200 buckets would net me a half ounce. I said 200 buckets would "take care of my gold fever". Meaning I would probably be tuckered out half way there. FYI I ran about 350 buckets for the first half ounce and about the same for the second half ounce. So now you can multiply and divide that to your hearts content and advise me accordingly.
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    Huh, I just discovered for the billionth time that America's interstate truck stops aren't quite as romantic as Waylon, Willie and the Boys might want us to think. Half an hour waiting for a shower, and the one I ended up with had what looked like a 14-pound pile of bear scat sitting on the drain. I'm no doc, but that bear needs to see his internist. Quickly. I got my five bucks back from the front counter, and will shower at Brat One's place on Sunday instead (or take a dive into the first open water I come across), and stink in the meantime. Ain't no way I'm playing Septic Boy the Pooper Breaker Upper for the privilege of using a five dollar shower.
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    Hey Gang. Just wanted to follow up on this thread and let you all know I trust your advice. I considered the ATX but went with the buy I was working on with Dave. He goes by Spud here on the forums. His detector was in near new condition. The things he included in the deal could not be discerned as not being new. Brand new battery. Backpack, bladder, spring coil for the battery, sling, detector cover. I'm happy with my purchase. I now have two Minelab detectors. My wife and I will make a good team. I bought a GM 1000 for my wife recently. Its nice and light. I'll be packing the GP 3000. Thanks Dave. Great Deal sir.
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    New eyes would profit me more than a new tape. A new brain wouldn't do me any damage, either. As for vocabulary, I keep a pile of dictionaries within reach. Blame Webster, et al, for anything I post that isn't monosyllabic. English is a tough racket. My muddah tongue, once a word gets spelled, it can never be spelled any other way, ever. Put two or three Hebrew letters together randomly, and they have intrinsic meaning as a word, and could not ever possibly have another meaning, because the letters themselves hold meaning. Not so with English, which is by nature a confusing rats' nest, but versatile. Thanks for your tolerance of the kids who always sit in the rear of the class shooting spitwads, and for your humor, Au Seeker. Bill did a fine job choosing his moderators/babysitters.
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    If you ever figure out the proper spelling in English, let me know. I've seen Chanukah spelled at least six ways in prominent Anglo-Jewish publications over the years. Accurate transliteration from a Semitic language that predates ancient Rome and Greece by thousands of years, and with no English phonetic equivalents for several letters, just ain't possible. It's like trying to reproduce a classical painting using a paintgun at 50 paces. I'm very certain we'll collide a time or two once I'm back, Mike. You're a gentleman, and an interesting fellow with whom to converse, and a pleasure to run into, online and in person.
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    Be careful on the road, and pick up a new tape measure!! I actually like your being on the forum, you and a few others keep me on my toes and sometimes expand my vocabulary by looking up certain words posted so I really know what ya'll are saying, I can almost speak Yiddish now!
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    Yes, Azdigger, heal quickly and be careful out there. I'm glad you made it home. I'm looking for a partner, also, preferably some young guy who's half pack mule, and who's happy digging holes to China and rolling boulders uphill when not carrying heavy loads up and down canyons.
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    It was likely a Red Whip Snake/Red Racer/ or as Whylee said Coachwhip Racer lots of common names for "Masticophis flagelliformis" and they are super fast and can climb a desert tree like lightning to get a bird or lizard.
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    It was more than likley a Coachwhip Racer. They come in a variety of colors. They get pretty long and they can really move when they want to. I have seen them anywhere from yellowish to purple in color.
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    What really narrows it down is the length, as we dont have to many 5 to 6 foot snakes out here. must have been a subspecies of coachwhip. I wonder if it is possible that it could have adapted to red soils, and like mentioned above, it could have just shed its skin too......Sounds pretty cool regardless
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