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    For those of you who have not had the joy of a Teddy Bear Cholla(aka Jumping Cholla) encounter may I suggest that a pair of good tweezers or tight fitting needle nose pliers is a must have. I have also found that carrying a small hair comb is a benefit. The comb will allow you to get the Cholla ball off and then it is easier to get the remaining barbs.
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    Hi there, Just a quick little story from this summer's prospecting adventures. Two semi-cheechako's (semi-greenhorns/semi-pro rookies) were visiting the claim this summer. They are both nice, budding prospectors with a knack for finding the noble metal. They were working a patch of fractured bedrock that had produced consistent flake-gold and pickers the previous summer. Both of them had spent time with me on previous trips at this spot, and they'd learned a few tricks about how to find the gold. Well, semi-cheechako one really went to town cleaning off the overburden on that bedrock--the cobbles, the clay, the boulders, the gravel--he went hard at it, working a couple of feet right down to the bedrock. It was a lot of sweaty work. Let me tell you, there were some big old boulders jammed into that bedrock. After he'd removed all the bigger stuff, and when he got done scraping everything off, he ran his takin's through a little sluice, and he had a respectable catch of some nice bright-yellow flake gold, all riding company with a few chunky pickers. Not long after that, semi-cheechako two came along with his detector, and he asked number one if he could detect the bedrock he'd just cleaned off. Number one said he had no problem with that, as he'd carefully cleared the cracks and crevices already. He told number two to have at 'er. So, number two ran his detector along the bedrock and got a nice signal that really screamed! You see, it was a sassy little nugget right along the surface, just hiding in plain sight, cleverly disguised in some muddy clay! Well, number one really went all Trojan after that--he cleared off another four feet of bedrock, man did the dirt and rock fly! It took him a long time, and he really made sure each and every crevice was scraped extra clean--including any clay stuck on the bedrock (he's a quick study). As before, he had a nice take of gold in his sluice-box. Number two came along one more time and asked if he could detect the bedrock again. Number one, being very confident he'd gotten all of the gold this time, graciously gave his consent. Budding prospector number two ran his detector over the bedrock and got a nice soft signal out of a crevice. Number one was getting nervous. Number two got out his pick and broke off some perpendicular sheets of bedrock and scanned again--the signal was much louder now. He cleaned the crevice out, portioned the dirt until only the signal remained--dropped it on the coil, splashed a little water on it to remove the clay, and there with all the attitude of the unbridled wilderness-world sat a nice, sassy, butter-yellow pumpkin-seed-sized nugget! To say that number one was not a happy camper is to use understatement on steroids (strangely enough, things went flying-- dark words were given vibrant colors--nature's gentler creatures headed for higher ground--you get the picture); but, eventually number one was a good sport about it--he had given his permission after all--so, as you can imagine, they both had some great stories to tell back in camp that night--painful though it was for number one to do so. And now--only a scant five months later--they both have a good laugh when they tell the story. I'm thinking number one may be investing in a metal detector soon, and scanning his own bedrock! All the best, Lanny
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    Had to snap a picture of this. Enjoy.
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    Out hillside and piddler wash prospecting in a new spot yesterday paid off... Think I will be going back because I like cornflakes.
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    About a week or so ago I started out to "clean" the YOTO out and get it all ready for the upcoming prospecting season. Well, one thing led to another and then this happened! Lot of work but well worth it. Have a ton of storage in the sides now and the back is nice and clean. Had to make a map of where everything is stored.I carry a lot of extra stuff in case it breaks down back in the hills. Yah! its done.
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    Yahoo Bill !! I`m thinking this is going to turn into a Kilo patch for you !
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    It was a rhetorical request directed as a question to Mr. Stillwillie. Not a request to actually move or create a new thread. I just said that instead of telling Mr. Hillbeaver that nobody gives a ratsass about his flat tires. Nor do we need instructions and/or advice on tire repair. I was trying to be polite and it wasn't any fun at all. What is with this place anyway? It is full of wackos and cranks and a bunch of swinging bratwurst. As soon as a normal guy that writes in full sentences shows up with some cool rocks someone has to go and derail the whole train with some handy tire tips. It is like building sandcastles at the beach. But instead of some muscled out meatsickle kicking it over, some old crank mumbling about global warming and tire maintenance trips and falls over it. I'm telling you Skip there is something in the water. And it aint good.
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    Caught this on the internet today..cool pic of children running a rocker in the Klondike. The caption read...Greta...time traveler/ ? Regardless its an authentic picture showing youngsters mining gold.
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    I was JK, know the kids contributed as much as they could to the family's income/survival, it was the same in my family I grew up in the 60s and 70s, I have 4 brothers and 4 sisters, I was next to the youngest and we all had to do what ever we were able to do to help to either earn money or do the chores around the house, we did have a little spending money each week when times were good, when I was 10 I got a whole dollar a week for my very own!! By the time I was 10 I was working on the family vehicles, my father taught us all even the girls how to do anything to motor vehicles, electrical, plumbing, and carpentry.
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