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  1. 4 points
    I was going to join the GPAA once. Before I did, I called them to see if they had any claims in my area. They told me I would have to join first and then see..... That was enough for me.
  2. 3 points
    I hope you have some success. That's a terrific area if you can find a place to hunt. For those of you not familiar with the Liberty mining district, it's famous for wire gold specimens which are some of the highest priced in the world on a per gram basis. https://www.google.com/search?q=liberty+washington+gold&tbm=isch&chips=q:liberty+washington+gold,g_1:crystalline&client=ms-android-google&prmd=isnv&hl=en-US&ved=2ahUKEwi3-dT26azhAhWDwIMKHbCkA1gQ4lZ6BAgBEBk&biw=412&bih=604
  3. 2 points
    And now we know... thank you. I have never seen so many counterfeits... What country(countries) are they coming from?
  4. 2 points
    Yes lots of assuming going on. LOL
  5. 1 point
    Not quite as dramatic as the thread title, but who can resist click-bait headlines? Out hunting a claim I got permission for, where there has been a lot of placer work done over the years. I dug 3 bomb craters, for a piece of wire, a shotgun shell, and a Coors light can, along with some shallow trash. Found this tiny little specimen maybe an inch down. Really surprised the GPX heard it, but it was loud and clear. It's only .2 gram, but I am a happy camper. I can't seem to find an actual nugget to save my life, but these little specimens are cool too. I couldn't tell it was gold until I got home and looked through a loupe. I actually used my Gold Monster to pinpoint it, and the indicator was all to the right. I am very glad I didn't toss it in my trash pouch. It looked like any other tiny bit of junk. Sorry for the lousy pic. I gotta find some bigger pieces, if for no other reason than it's damned hard to photograph a grain of rice through a loupe.... Back at it tomorrow, same place! Regards, Kyle
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    Bob, you absolutely correct that I'm in the dark as to how they come to the conclusions of these Meteorites origins. They have classified items as Lunar, Martian and other way long before any of the Lander found way to mars or the moon. All based on conjecture and Assumptions ? I just find it stupefyingly that people of the Science Community would have the arrogance to do so. JUNK SCIENCE . We do in fact have some hands on ( Robot Hands ) information these days. Based on that information I can see items being believed to have originated from a KNOWN Planet or Body in space. Believed being the Operative word. Not as a Absolute determination some would lead people to assume.
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    Bob We have probes on Mars that are sampling the soil and we have a pretty good idea of what Martian soil consists of and its very low in graphite. AzNuggetBob
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    I'll be sure to let you know when i find out, thank you for all the help. My guess so far is silicone, possibly silicone carbide or moissanite, but you can never know.
  9. 1 point
    You're right. I completely forgot about that find. The odd thing is it was a martian instead of a lunar. You'd think there would have been many lunars found as opposed to martians simply because the moon is much closer. There's no doubt in my mind someone or perhaps even a few people on this forum have walked right past a lunar without knowing it.
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    In my opinion black holes are in the center of almost every galaxy.galaxies are nothing more than the result of a massive explosion spinning out into space. Possibly from the impact of neutron stars.I really think neutron stars are the key.(Protons/Neutrons/Electrons)the planets in a particular solar system within that galaxy are the result of debre that began to rotate and coalesce by its own gravity into single planets and moons. but at some point the expansion of these solar systems and galaxies begin to reverse and stop spreading out and are drawn back into the vacuum of a black hole. the black hole may be a hole in space or dark matter/dark energy from the original explosion. when the black hole draws the galaxies into it, at some point when it can now longer absorb it has a reaction known as a quasar and later an Andromeda or nebula's after its spent out all of its newly created dark energy soon to create new stars. and I believe its a viscous cycle that goes on forever,and unless we develop the technology to escape our galaxy in the future we are just going along for the ride. Colliding neutron stars may be the big bang over and over again. AzNuggetBob
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    maybe this will help. total known Martian specimens, 224 as of January 9th 2019. me has over 900 pictures as they lay. 71 elements listed U- .00004 percent the lowest, Fe- 50 percent the highest. plus carbon gases water listed no percentage posted. mars lava flows 1,400 million years old. their meteorites would be the youngest.
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    The club I belong to, the GPAA, has member reports that they print in the guide. Examples can be "Fine Gold," "Dry Washing Only," "Seasonal Water." "Members report course to pickers." With that, you'd have to match the placer to the club claim, if the club had a claim around the placer. If you get to know some of these guys in the field, they may show you what their gold after trust is established. The GPAA has many chapters in AZ each having monthly meetings. The Roadrunners used to have monthly meetings. A bit of what I find on google from the old AZ geological reports has vague references like lots of gold at 100' depth, but the same guy had the mine for sale. Kind of like an art I think.
  13. 1 point
    Bob, You forgot 'alternative fact'. Assume.......
  14. 1 point
    That right there is precious Chris. You should read the "paper or story" that the scientists who classify Martian meteorites actually write! You would find out how they know the rock comes from Mars and the process they use to reach that conclusion. Maybe then it would seem less ludicrous.
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    Homefire, with all due respect... You obviously don't know how they determine a Martian meteorite. And based on what you don't know you are making a judgement on what is "good science"? Come on man. This is Nuggetshooter Meteorite Forum. There are guys here that know their stuff. Before you decide what is "good science" you should learn some. Why not ask some questions rather than make judgements based on what you don't know? Don't devalue science simply because you don't understand how they reach their conclusions. You are an elder here. You should be offering wisdom. Just sayin' Homie.
  16. 1 point
    Can you take pictures in natural light? It's too dark to discern the different minerals. Ditto on your other post as well.
  17. 1 point
    It looks like the ore of lead and zinc. The shiny grey crystals are galena (lead) and the green crystals are sphalerite (zinc). The tiny white crystals are calcite. All of your rocks look to be the same stuff. Some more crystalized than the others.
  18. 1 point
    Thanks guys. Gonna drag Wifey out tomorrow. She can run the Equinox or the Monster, and I'll hit it with the GPX again. We should be able to cover the area very well that way. Regards, Kyle
  19. 1 point
    Congratulations, Kyle. Don't matter how small it is as long as it's yellow.
  20. 1 point
    (Alder Gulch, Virginia City Montana is where I first got bit! I wrote these lines in memory of that fateful day.)The Alder Gulch Virus, or, Why I Chase The GoldIn days gone by, when just a ladMy sister’s spouse did somethin’ badA ghostly town we went to see,That lit a fire within me . . .Virginia City’s driving forceWas mining gold. You knew of courseThat Henry Plummer ruled that town‘Til vigilantes brought him down.But his demise is not my goal,A bug bit me to take its toll.It bred a fever inside me,Away down south, in Montanny.What plague is that, you’ll likely say,That sickened me that fateful day?A golden fever, spread in meAnd since that day, I ain’t been free.The bug that bit that special day,Infected me in every way.Just let me say, there ain’t no pill,To cure that sassy fever’s ill.I’ve tried to lick it, ain’t no funThat potent fever’s always won.It’s driven me around the bend,Up mountain streams, to canyon’s end.It’s made me search in arctic climesAnd in the desert many times.But nothin’ ever seems to killMy golden fever’s iron will.But should I cure it? What the heck?There’s tougher ways to stretch one’s neck!There’s booze and parties, speed and weed;There’s lust and pride. There’s crime and greed.But blast it all, it seems to me It ain’t the gold that’s drivin’ me.The lookin’ for it’s got me hookedThat’s why my fevered brain is cooked.All the best,Lanny
  21. 1 point
    Looks like Quartz to me.
  22. 1 point
    What’s their hardness on the Mohs scale? What’s their specific gravity? Where were they found? these are all things we should know. Those stones could be about a million different things, and without more information we are literally just guessing.
  23. 1 point
    Thanks to AZNugget Bob and Old Tom for the kind words about the baja bug.....and it's passengers! Fun car. And big thanks to Bill Southern for such a fun outing!
  24. 1 point
    Flashback Series: Tales From The Flat, Part 1Oh, the things we discover when we camp with someone for the first time . . .In the 1990’s, I used to chase the gold a long, long ways north and west of where I currently live, and the last section of the journey was a series of rough logging roads that was hard on vehicles and on nerves (if you’ve ever almost been killed by a logging truck, you know of what I speak).After our arduous journey, we selected a spot where some of the original gold rush miners from the 1870’s had camped. It was a nice level spot with a creek on one side and the river on the other, the river about 30 feet down on the left, the creek located in a gentle draw on the right.We went through the tiring process of unloading everything from the back of the truck, so that we could set up the outfitter’s wall tent. Once we’d put together a portion of the steel inner-frame, we hauled the white canvas up over the sidewall and roof supports. Next, I ran inside to lift up the remaining sidewall struts and poles, in order to set up, adjust, and stabilize the wall legs while my partner steadied the tent. After our canvas home was up, we covered the whole thing with a massive silver tarp as extra protection from the sudden downpours that frequently occur in those remote mountains. Then, we secured the tarp and the tent walls with ropes and stakes, and lastly, set up our mattresses, bedding, and the wood-burning stove my partner had manufactured himself (he used to supply the GPAA with stoves for their Alaska trips).We set up our base-camp on the flat treed area of older growth spruce, fur, white-barked birch, aspen, complimented by (along the banks of the bordering creek) thick stands of green-leafed willows and alders. Nestled amongst the trees, here and there, were several old log cabins, none of them inhabited, and an abandoned Hudson’s Bay store. However, all possessed great character. Likely each structure had many tales to tell, being located in such a rich, storied goldfield, one where the Argonauts had chased the gold for well over a hundred and twenty years. On a related note, the old road we had journeyed in on ran right through our camping flat, and was still in use by the locals to get to the upper lakes for fishing, and to get upstream to their mining claims.With the camp set up, I finally felt how truly hammered I was from lack of sleep, adrenaline drop, and road exhaustion, brought on by sixteen straight hours of night and day travel on terrible roads, plus near-death encounters with logging trucks! As the long summer night was beginning to wane, all I wanted to do was crawl into my sleeping bag and drift off to blissful sleep. That is what I wanted, but that is not what happened . . .A long, restful sleep was not to be that first night. Even though I fell asleep easily, I was soon jarred from my dreams to discover something shocking about my partner: his snoring alternated somewhere between the noise of a fully-revved chainsaw, to that of a fully engaged Jake-Brake (engine ******er brake) on a semi-trailer! I tried pushing on his air mattress to interrupt his screeching midnight symphony, but he only snorted, made puckering and slurping sounds, and then hurried on to compose whole new measures to his masterpiece.Mercifully, my brain came to my rescue: I remembered hearing somewhere that a sudden, loud noise could jar a person from their deep-sleep snoring, leaving them in a lighter state of sleep with no snoring. In desperation, I whistled as loud as I could. (I can perform a loud, ear-splitting whistle on command, call my horses in from half a mile) My partner shot bolt upright in his sleeping bag, wildly scanning every corner of the tent, completely unaware of what had torn him from his sleep. I lay there as quiet and motionless as death, eyes closed, the perfect picture of an unconscious tent mate. As nothing was amiss in the tent, he quickly settled down to drift off to a soundless sleep.For about fifteen minutes . . .After that short reprieve, he launched into a whole new musical composition whose noise surpassed his former cruel and unnatural level! I genuinely felt he would wake the long-dead miners in the historic cemetery two blocks away. So, I whistled again, with a renewed, desperate effort. Once more, he sat bolt upright, and again, I remained motionless and silent. This time, the snoring ceased for the night, and I slept like the dead in the cemetery two blocks distant.Upon waking the next morning, my partner was in a reflective mood. It took him a bit of time to come out and state what was perplexing him so deeply. After fidgeting a bit, he said, “Do you realize you whistle in your sleep? You woke me up last night, and I just couldn’t get back to sleep!”Truth is indeed stranger than fiction.All the best,Lanny
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