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  1. 26 points
    Found my biggest one this weekend! A total of five nuggets!😊
  2. 19 points
    I had Monday off and wanted to hit a rather large drainage that I had attempted to detect years ago. Basically all those years ago I went up a 100 feet and said, no gold here... I walked way up there this time and detected a very promising stretch with lots of exposing jagged bedrock. Now I like to brake for bedrock so I turned on and nailed my first one rather quickly. Within a foot was another target which turned out to be gold then another after that until I had 6 nuggets. Right up stream from this dropout bedrock stretch the gradient becomes rather steep, fast, and has lots of large angular boulders. Above these boulders it finally started to level out. First turn I approach was a nice sweeping exposed bedrock bend, which gave me my larger piece of the day and 3 smaller pieces. Moving forward the wash became rather to deep for my vlf for approximately 200 feet. Then bedrock all over the place!!! Except no more gold targets in all that bedrock. I personally think it's shedding some place along the 200 foot of deep ground. It was 3pm and I was trying to leave around 6pm. Running out of time I went back to a place I'd found lots of nuggets and done above average drywashing in the past. I headed to a stretch I'd pulled 24 grams of handsome placer gold from about 5 to 6 years ago. Well wasn't I surprised when a nice little nugget poped out in a place I vacuumed very well all those years ago. Checking my hole again and still another target.... gold. I was seeing fine gold small pickers and nuggets as though it had never been worked. Managed 16 more in 3 hours.
  3. 18 points
    Heres the photo . Well done dude !!
  4. 18 points
    Welp, another great outing under the belt. Had about 20 people show up. Mostly the old corp. group. Did have some new people though and that was great. Weather was over all nice temp wise...but as you know the Q can get windy! Had a great pot luck on Sat. River stix was kind enough to bring 16 boneless rib eyes, caviar, cheeses and dips for everyone and there were a LOT of side dishes. As of Sun. 4 of the guys found gold. I didnt get any pics of that so if you have more pics or gold pics feel free to post on this thread. I wanted to steal RiverStix little dog..... Tom H.
  5. 17 points
    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
  6. 16 points
    Update. Went to see dad today. He is doing WAYYYY... better. They did find another blood clot in his right leg and will give him some kind of medicine to reduce/get rid of that one. He was eating more and wants to go home. I talked with the Doc. and he said he may be able to come home on Sat. His pain level is really down a lot now. Thanks for all the prayers and positive thoughts. Tom H.
  7. 15 points
    Came into Phoenix and hooked up with Scott, he taught me how to pan and a few of the things that he does when he’s looking for gold. Many thanks and much appreciated, it was pretty exciting but definitely work for that little yellow stuff. Makes me respect the old-timers a lot more and like my detectors LOL a lot better Another one off the bucket list now I need to find one with the detector. Definitely had a great time. Thanks again Scott AE2B5981-30EC-42F9-AF2B-F1AF0A62C93A.MOV
  8. 15 points
    Just some cool looking gold so thought I would share, GM 1000 .... GH
  9. 14 points
    I don`t think the weather could have been any nicer. It was nice to meet some new folks, and see some regulars too. Here`s the four I managed to find
  10. 14 points
    I ended up with 7 nuggets. 5 were found Saturday afternoon in old hillside rake down hillside area. I raked about 15ft square and nuggets were popping out quite a bit. This hillside patch had more dig holes than I could count. The area was quite large and without a doubt has many more. Just because someone has detected an area doesn't mean they get them all. Had a great time detecting with Adam, thanks for all the laughs and I brake for bedrock shirts.
  11. 13 points
    Worked hard this past weekend. Better than being skunked.
  12. 11 points
    Hey I just put up another video, The Geology of Placer Deposits, Part 1 (it will be part 1 of 3) This one focuses on different types of placer deposits and how the gold concentrates naturally - then also about finding those natural concentration spots. I do think it has a lot of hints, information and secrets that will be useful to most prospectors. I promise not to continually do this, putting up video notice when I throw something on Youtube. That would be kind of lame of me. So if you want to see parts 2 and 3 also, be sure to subscribe and tick the notification bell. The other two parts will be out shortly. They are geology and doing research, and then also on recognizing rocks and minerals.
  13. 10 points
    Thank you everyone. Dad is a lot better and coming home today. He still has a clot in his leg and the doc. said they are just going to let the body assimulate it. It is small. Thanks again for all the prayers and well wishes. Tom H.
  14. 10 points
    Spent the weekend out at StV with a friend of mine from Michigan. His first hunt was at StV with me 6 years ago and he left empty handed. Since then he has found several meteorites across a few states, so we headed back to add one more notch to his hunting belt. I came away with 16 finds and he made 4. It was a great time, StV is always one of my favorite places to hunt. Here's a couple find picts, a coyote skull we posed for a photo, and a group photo of all of my finds. The desert is perfect right now, get out there before it gets too hot!
  15. 9 points
    I found a nice blue Beryl the other day ! Pretty cool eh ?
  16. 9 points
    Lanny when you mentioned that rich bank it reminded me of this.This was about a few months after the that same placer operation shut down in my last story. I had permission to hunt all the claims and I remembered a place down in the lower end of where we were working the creek.we had done pretty well chasing a pay streak along the bank of Weaver creek. We were doing so well there and it was right up against the claim line so the placer plant owner I was working for decided he wasn't going to get into a battle with the adjoining claim owner. apparently they had already had some discussions about it. he had the claims surveyed and had wooden stakes put up along the boundary line. So I'm thinking its got to be a good spot to hit. this wall of old cemented gravel is about eight feet tall and 20 yards long. So I gather up my wife, my daughter Heather about 4 or 5 years old and my nephew John about 7. We decided we where make a picnic of it in the creek bed.So we get down there and my wife breaks out a folding table and the ice chest. the kids are running around doing what kids do.we had scrapped it down to bedrock with a dozer when we were running the placer operation but because of the claim line left the wall. I go over and I start swing this wall/bank of gravel. I hit the first one. I chisel it out with my pick,this bank is like cement, almost a conglomerate. very old river bed.the first one is a couple grams.I'm excited. I move along the wall and I hit another one. this one was about a grammer/half grammer. and then another one. The next thing I know I got my headphones on and here is little John tugging at my pant leg saying is this a nugget uncle Bob. he holds out his hand and he has a little yellow rock in it. I say to him no John just another rock, keep looking and off he goes. I'm moving along and I hit another one. this is turning out to be a really good day. her comes John again, Is this a nugget? no john just a rock. so I pull out my nugget bottle and I show him. see this is what they look like. see how heavy they are and really gold colored. I let him hold a few and off he goes again. I move down a little further and and I get a really nice hit in the wall with my detector. I start banging on the wall, chipping out the rocks one at a time. I know this is a good one, its loud and deep. so I'm trying to concentrate so I don't hit it beating on the wall. all of a sudden I pop out another rock and I can see it. its a big flat nugget. I call them corn flake nuggets. its sticking out like a tongue looking me. I tug on it but its not coming out. no sooner here comes John again. Is this a nugget Uncle Bob he holds out his hand and I look and I look again. yes that's a nugget. where did you find it. he turns around and points at a bedrock knob. it was about a grammer. so I'm looking around trying to figure something to put it in and I just slide the cellophane off my cigarette pack drop the nugget in it and twist it. I remember I said put this in your pocket so you don't loose it. he stuffs it in his pocket and off he goes to find more, my daughter right behind him.so I go back to chipping at the bank again. I've almost got this nugget out, its got to be a good 3/4 ouncer maybe more, and there is John tugging at my pant leg again. I turn around and there is John with tears running down his face and I said whats wrong? he holds up the cellophane wrapper and there is no nugget in it. he said its gone. I went over where he was and swung around for awhile and could not find it. well its not his first nugget and wouldn't be his last but I felt so bad. I said to my wife go over to the truck and see if you can find a nugget bottle in the glove box. she comes back hands me a bottle. so I reach in my pocket pull out my nugget bottle and pour out some smaller nuggets and said her ya go John, pick one. and of course I had to give one to my daughter too. you know how that goes. everyone had a great day. Here is a photo of my daughter and some nuggets.see the flat corn flake nugget second from the left, top row. that corn flake nugget turned to be 39 grams. I love this photo. AzNuggetBob
  17. 8 points
    I want to thank each and every one of you guys for you prayers and good vibes. They were indeed felt at the time of need. This was a rough one for me as I had no inclination just what was going on. I put it off too long trying to get the family Easter Celebration going. Finally called in the paramedics in and they got me to the hospital. Extreme pain and couldn't breathe. Lungs full of blood clots and wouldn't let oxygenated blood flow through lungs. Clots came from an operation that I had two weeks prior. Had me on a heparin drip for three days and that took most of the pain away and now I have to be on Eliquis the rest of the way, no more blood thinners or aspirin. Life feels good again and I thank God for my 'Return to Life'. Old Guys, Don't try to go too far after feeling something go awry. Get it checked on most times Medicare will take care of it. That's what you worked an paid for your whole life. A very grateful 'OLD TOM'
  18. 8 points
    Thanks I think I turned the corner this past weekend. I stopped looking at the display and just started listening for the right sound.
  19. 8 points
    The rookie also got 5
  20. 8 points
    Looks do matter to me. Wouldnt want to be seen with that yellow thing. I need it to be in Desert digital camo so it will match my pants, shirt, boots, knee pads, control box cover, scoop, and my face paint.
  21. 8 points
    Great story, Lanny....I hope you don't mind.... Oh what the imagination can see... Once , down around Yuma, I was sleeping in the bed of my truck; back when I was younger and tougher and much poorer... Anyway, in the dark of night I woke to see three or four aliens staring over the truck rail at me...I saw a long-ish head and big weird eyes...just like aliens at Roswell. I am pretty sure I screamed like a little girly... as the donkeys thundered away I woke up enough realize what they were fred
  22. 7 points
    Welp ol Dad did it up good this time.....Down at the Q, he hurt his back...pretty bad. After that he was in pain and had some surgery for melanoma in a lymph node under his left clavicle. He was still not feeling good but thought it was just his back, went out to do the irrigation on his property on Tues. night......went down hill from there. He could not walk 30 feet without huffing and puffing, lots of pain and short of breath. Finally called 911 on Wed. They came out with fire trucks and ambulances ablasing. Got im into the ER real fast and found out he has blood clots in his lungs. So......they are medicating him to bust those up and are doing all kinds of other tests. I was able to talk to the pulmonary Doc today and he was pretty positive about everything working out in a few weeks. So, if you could send up a prayer or positive thought, I know he would appreciate it. He loves the forums and you folks and will be back soon. Tks all. Tom H.
  23. 7 points
    Looking for gold at the time. Ran across a large pegmatite zone roughly 1/8 mile square. It now has a home in my case.
  24. 7 points
    Thanks Fred, Lanny and all. I'll write a few more. One day I get a call from a new start-up mining company that had been referred to me by a friend. they where looking for someone to help them set up a new operation.they wanted me to come out to their new claims for an interview. So I show up and we talked for awhile I told them what I can do and what I've done in the past and they hired me on the spot. Well the first thing they wanted me to do was go with them and check out a trommel they where thinking about buying.So we get there I ask the owners about it and to crank it up.they turn on the water and crank it up. I'm walking around it looking for any mechanical problems.as I'm walking down the side of it I notice these odd bolt/nut things welded to the side of the trommel? at first I'm puzzled by them? It doesn't seem to do anything.they look like those long all-thread nuts about two inches long. there are four of them around the outside of trommel that you use to join two threaded rods together. they are welded to the side of the trommel with about 1/2"bolt in them.I look on the inside and I don't see anything that they do. maybe it was to intended to bolt something to the outside or inside of the trommel? maybe mounts for a thrust plate for old rollers,drive gear,chain sprocket,whatever. the frame looked like it may have been converted from gasoline/chain to electric gear drive. so I blow it off and tell my new boss I think its a great trommel for the price. it was about three x twenty feet long. it was used but not abused and they should buy it,and they did. So a few days later I'm out the new site prepping the ground for the trommel and it shows up on a lowboy. I get a 988 loader and we offload it barrel first and then the frame and start setting it up. I get the barrel back on the frame and I'm sitting there on the loader and I spot those all-thread bolts and it dawns on me could those holes that the bolts are in go all the way through into the trommel? so I get off the loader go over to my tool box and grab a crescent wrench. one happened to be pointed down at me so I unscrewed it first. I look up in the hole and Bingo! its packed with gold and black sand. I go over and grab a screw driver and a gold pan. I jam it up into the hole and out rains a about 3/4 an once of gold into the gold pan.after we got the trommel hooked up to power we cleaned and drained them all. I have more stories on this subject and they only get better. I will write them as I get time. hope you enjoy them. AzNuggetBob
  25. 7 points
    Well, I received my GPX4500 last week and met up with DolanDave and his awesome dad here in Southern California for a hunt on Saturday morning. We were in the vicinity of Randsburg in what "looked" like very good gold-bearing ground. This is also an area where a lot of gold has been found in the past. Dave and his dad got there Friday and spent a lot of the day detecting the area before I met up with them. So, I get a text from Dave Friday evening that says the following: "Went out at randsburg today, really disappointed, couldn't walk 5 feet without hitting bullet, this place is a war zone" I felt bad for him because I know exactly how he felt. There are literally MILLIONS of bullets littering this desert out here. I mean, you can drive 7 miles off the paved road into the middle of nowhere on a mountaintop (like we did on Saturday) and dig. 22 shells/projectiles as much as a foot deep. I climbed to the top of a hill that had to be 100 foot tall, got a signal, dug down about 8", and found a staple (the kind for papers). I recall Dave telling me that in Arizona and Nevada it's not near as bad, and that this would be his last trip out here because of it. As if the ungodly amounts of bullets wasn't bad enough, we were digging up nuts, bolts, spark plugs, lead bird-shot, and lots of other garbage. As bad as I felt for what they were going through, and even myself on Saturday, it kind of gave me a little bit of validation for all of my frustration over the years. I know a lot of folks say that you have to just keep going and dig everything, but I wonder if those people have ever literally dug over 100+ bullets EVERY SINGLE TIME THEY GO OUT? It is definitely hard to keep the motivation there when you are running into bullets and other garbage literally every 3 to feet apart. All in all, I had a great time and I'm looking forward to hunting these to gentleman again in the future.
  26. 6 points
    Bought time I was able to whoop her
  27. 6 points
    I drove out to Wilcox Playa this morning to go on a meteorite hunt. I got lucky and found a 25 gram chondrite.
  28. 6 points
    Can you smell the rice cooking?I recall being far to the north in a historic gold field, and I had the opportunity to have a chat with a Sourdough (a seasoned miner from the area) about his claim. He took me to a spot one day and told me a most interesting tale.However, before I relate his story, I’ll describe its location. It was far down in the bottom of a secluded valley. Steep, black-walled mountains rose on either side, and courageous growths of spruce and fur clung to the steep slopes, with birch, poplar and aspen peppering the evergreens lower down. Dark draws inhabited by deeper areas of gloom gave birth to swiftly flowing streams that emptied into the valley. From these gulches, the icy, ghostly breath of unseen currents of air rushed forth to randomly lift the hair, before chilling the neck and spine. Indeed, an eerie atmosphere pervaded that sullen spot of murky shadows where the long dead miners of some 150-years past had chased the gold to make their fortunes, or to lose their lives.On a gentle slop above long rows and piles of cobble stacks, the remnants of a massive hand-workings, the miner’s cabin was situated. It was an ancient cabin, one in continual use since the original gold rush, the cabin perpetually maintained and rebuilt until it was later used by a member of the North West Mounted police as a retirement refuge. Later, it was acquired by Glen the miner. Heavy logs formed the base of the walls, with smaller logs progressing up the sides, and there were only two windows, one big enough to allow light to enter, and one small one which served as a lookout. The log ends were all beautifully axe cut to fit and lock together, and there was an addition on the back of the main cabin that housed a food storage and washing area. The doors were heavy and sturdily built as grizzly and black bears frequently visited the area. (I have a story somewhere about the attack on Glen’s cabin by an enraged grizzly, quite the hair-raising tale he told me of his experience that truly made my blood run cold.)A path led down from the slope to a long draw that then led to a bedrock rise, with the draw, or gulch, continuing upward. On the other side of the bedrock rise a fast-flowing creek could be heard. The bedrock rise continued to climb as it joined the shoulder of the mountain. There was a trail that led up the non-creek side of that shoulder, and I headed off on foot to look the area over.The first thing I noticed, as I looked down into the draw from the trail, were the sunken places. There were five large areas where the earth had slumped, with smaller areas running perpendicular to the gulch that were still at the original level. This of course spiked my curiosity.When I returned from my hike, Glen the miner was at his cabin, and we had a chat.He started in with a bit of history of the area. That the place had been extensively hand-mined I had already seen; that it was shallow to bedrock in many places was also obvious. What he filled me in on was that the early miners were after the easy, shallow gold, and they had done very well, with many ounces of coarse gold quickly gathered from the shallow diggings. But, as was the common case in the 1800’s, there was always the news of new gold rush farther to the north where the gold was equally shallow, easier to get to, so the miners that loved the quick gold soon left to chase other strikes. That left the deeper gold that required organized groups of people with the necessary capital to start up larger operations.Then, he told me about the arrival of the Chinese miners in the area. They followed the gold rushes and came in after the other miners had had creamed the shallow gold and had either abandoned their claims or were looking to sell cheaply. The Chinese, he said, were not afraid of hard work, and moreover, many of them did not have a choice of whether they liked hard work or not due to being indentured laborers, a form of slavery so to speak, until they had paid off the Tong for their debt to the organization. Glen went on to explain how the Chinese used a lot of opium during their miserable existence, and he told me of bottle hunters that had come a few years before my arrival and of their efforts in trash dumps to recover the precious little bottles. He also told me of the tiny log huts the miners lived in, short-walled on purpose as they were easier to heat during the brutal winters. In addition, he told me of the superstitions the Chinese were bound to, mysterious ones that propelled their efforts.Then, he took me on a walk.The bedrock rise that I’ve already mentioned was where he took me, but he walked me over closer to the face where there was a bit of a fold, and that fold hid from view the entrance to a tunnel, but one that he had caved in with is heavy equipment as it led to a large area of unsafe underground workings, ones the Chinese had excavated by hand. I then told him about my upslope hike, and of seeing the collapsed areas, and he confirmed that all of that long draw was a continuation of the original Chinese workings. He elaborated that the Chinese had struck an ancient channel by cutting below it through the solid rock so they could hit the base of the channel where the coarse gold was trapped. A lot of trapped water had flowed when they punched through the last of the bedrock, but they had cut the tunnel on purpose so it would drain the ancient water down and away before they went to work.The gold was coarse, and they took out a lot of good gold over several years, but then one day the horrific happened, the roof of the tunnel, off on one side excavation of the gulch, collapsed, killing several Chinese. They left the area . . . (This is not an isolated incident, and I have read about this in other gold rush accounts, bad Josh/Joss [bad luck] was something they didn’t mess with, and the area was forever cursed to them.)When Glen first acquired the claim, he had gone into the tunnel mouth, and he’d taken samples from the floor of the tunnel. The buckets of dirt he’d recovered were full of pickers! To prove this, he gave a jar of the dirt for later panning, and it was indeed loaded with gold!!So, his interesting tale had answered my questions about the sunken areas I’d seen on my walk, and I could see just how extensive the underground workings were that the Chinese had driven up that gulch from the size of the collapsed areas. Those determined miners had really got the job done, regardless of their motivations.As we were leaving the tunnel mouth, Glen turned to me and said, “Can you smell the rice cooking?”I said, “What?”He said again, “Can you smell the rice cooking?”I answered, “No, can you?”He then told me that on certain days, when the wind was just right, he could smell the scent of rice cooking as it drifted down to the cabin from the gulch. He didn’t smile or joke in any way, and the gloomy setting of the area, with its accompanying tragedy, put nothing but a large punctuation mark on his story.All the best,Lanny
  29. 6 points
    Its that time of the year!!
  30. 6 points
    It was a great day, very little water but still a fabulous day. Dont forget about the swarm of bees!
  31. 6 points
    Thanks, and I know nothing about there being any list, but what an honour that would be. I remember with fondness your kindness when I was learning about chasing nuggets in the Arizona desert near Stanton, and how you came out to meet me! You brought me a new coil, spent a bunch of time talking to me, and you put me on a claim where I could try my luck, such great things you did for me to make me feel welcome. You make the top of the amazing persons list in my books; what an outstanding guy you are. All the best, Lanny
  32. 6 points
    Ok spent the last few days in Indiana at a friends, we went hunting with our Equinox 800’s. Found lots and lots of junk. Quite a bit of modern coins. I did find 2 Wheat pennies and an Indian Head. Nothing fancy but I never found an Indian head before so I was dancing a jig lol
  33. 6 points
    As you all know I made a cover for the GPZ7000 a long time ago, but I never made an arm cuff cover for it. With the GPZ7000 being such a heavy machine, a padded arm cuff cover really feels good. So anyway, I designed one and I just got them in. So place your orders through Bill. The cost is just $19.95. (does not include shipping if Bill has to mail it to you.) Oh and by the way, have you gotten tired of losing your Ferrite Ring yet? I have after market Ferrite Rings too, with a plastic lanyard and plastic clip so you can carry them on your belt loop. Get them from Bill. $14.95 (does not include shipping if Bill has to mail it to you.) I am sure you have learned this already, but Ferrite Rings re brittle. Don't throw them on the ground! Lay them down. With the no metal plastic lanyard and plastic hook you can lay the entire assembly on the ground until you balance your detector then snap it back on your belt. Doc
  34. 6 points
    Here’s a few cool things I’ve found. The yellow stuff is some neat petrified wood, they are pretty big chunks with neat textures, and it’s agatized inside. The one square piece has a knot hole in it. Also some pics of some fluorite from a spot Bedrock Bob showed me. I met a guy who has a couple claims in a turquoise area, he took us out and let us hunt around and keep any pieces we found. I found that nugget in the wash a long way from the main source.
  35. 6 points
    Lanny this happened to me back in the 90's.I think The reason I like these stories is, it's almost a treasure hunt and like free gold.please excuse the pun.as long as you know where to look. On this job we were on Weaver creek.the upper pay streaks in the creek paid the bills(equipment,claims leases, fuel, wages and Misc.) but the real money was at bedrock. it was about 25 feet deep where we were on it. and that in most the lower area's areas along the Weaver creek claims the old timers hadn't made it to bedrock this far down the creek except for a few tunnels. On any given day a pump would take a crap for one reason or another on our wash plant, the sluice boxes would overload and by the time we would get everything back up and running correctly. I knew, we had lost some fine gold out of the overloaded sluice boxes. no big deal.we used to stand next to the sluice boxes on clean up and as we picked out the pickers before we pulled the rugs we would accidentally drop a small nugget now and then and not find it in the mud, no big deal.we where recovering about 8-10 ounces a day. I finally quit working there and moved on wanting to go back to nugget hunting. but I remember thinking if and when this plant ever shuts down I may come back and hunt the area for those little pickers we had dropped trying to get them into a bottle. So a couple years later I'm blasting by the old placer mine site on my 500 Yamaha dirt bike with a detector on my back heading for one of my favorite patches and the claims owners son is flagging me down. all the equipment had been hauled out and the mine shut down. we talked for a minute and he asks, Bob you worked here where is a good place to pan?. I remembered those little pickers we had dropped and I said If I where you I would scrape up all that small area with a shovel right there next to where the sluice boxes where. we dropped a few little ones there.He says thanks and off I go. I kept going by for a few days I'd see him over there panning and I'd wave and he waves back. The next day I'm driving by and he flags me down again. so I drive over there and he says take a look in that bucket. Ok I expected to see some pickers in there. It's got about a gallon or two of water in it so I pick it up and start to rotate the muddy water and I'm shocked. the bottom of the five gallon bucket is covered in fine gold and some black sand, he had been hand panning this out for several days. I'm talking gold almost an half inch deep in the bottom of the bucket. I didn't see a lot of pickers. it was almost all fine gold. I'm thinking there is a least twenty or thirty ounces in there maybe more. I said where did you dig this? He said see that 2x3 foot long hole in the ground right there by the end of where the sluice boxes were.That was where we had a stacker belt with steel buckets for tailings about two feet wide dug into the ground. it was running fixed and wet all the time similar to a huge bucket line lift stacker on an old floating dredge. the only difference was we used it to stack the tailings up so we could load them out with a loader every day and it never moved and had been sorting round and round lifting the tails out and packing fine gold under it for years. all that gold had concentrated under it. makes you wonder about those old bucket line dredges don't it. I ran into him again about a week or so later in town and I asked him, well after getting it all cleaned up what was the total,he said almost 40 ounces. I'm not sure If I would have ever bothered to dig in that hole least at that time, but I was learning a lot about mining old mining sites. That actually happened before the Preston find in Mexico. by then I was done. I'm hitting the old abandoned equipment/wash plant site first. I'll get to the digs later. Take care out there. AzNuggetBob
  36. 6 points
    Fishing8046 I train for Bill Southern and think a lot like he does ... after all he trained me on this machine! We both dig all targets! The indicator going left and right and back again is only telling you that there is a target there and it really doesn't know what it is. The only target I don't bother to dig is the cold rock that has a very distinctive growl to it compared to a more gold sounding target. On the monster you will not be able to tell the difference between lead, gold or a hot rock ... I have found at least with my miserable unaided hearing that they sound the same and therefore I can not pass them up! I have to dig. Do I dig a lot of trash? YUP! Do I dig a lot of micro nuggets as a result? YUP! Does 437 nuggets to make an ounce sound like tiny nuggets? LOL! yes that is how many my last ounce of gold from the monster took to make an ounce! If you are hunting in Auto one and deep like Bill and I suggest doing whenever possible you will find that the machine properly balanced will fall out of balance fairly quickly and needs re-balancing often. Remember that the machine needs a 'sampling' of the ground not just the traditional up and down balancing that we have all used in the past. So if you get a target that is fooling you and they will ... take the coil slightly off to the side and re-balance with the correct method and go over the target again. Same result then there is definitely a target in the ground ... dig it up! As an aside I have dug gold targets that stayed all the way to the left on the meter until I was on top of it and sometimes not until I had it out of the hole did it indicate full to the right. Dig all of your targets. Swing very slow ... creep is a good pace ... low to the ground and scrubbing the ground if necessary. If the machine talks to you it is telling you to get out the pick or scoup and go to work!
  37. 6 points
    The hunt is the fun!! I have it but my reading really lacks because every time i open the book my 4 year old daughter has something going thats more important... you know. Ponies and such.
  38. 6 points
    (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
  39. 6 points
    Keep at it Chris. By the end of a 6 hour day of digging trash, I freely admit to being discouraged, frustrated, and, as Bill joked about in one of his videos "Wahhh, wahhhh, I didn't find any gold". The next morning, I head out again with the attitude that "Today is the day" Yesterday I managed to find a golf ball sized piece of rotten, iron stained quartz in a mine dump. The Gold Monster said non ferrous, and it was correct. When I broke the piece up, there were traces of gold in the iron. Not big enough for a photo, but dammit, I found gold again! Thankfully, I resisted the urge to take the GPX for that mission. The ground was so littered with iron it would have made the GPX detonate from 20 feet away. The Monster was the right tool for the job. As for time, my Wife actually keeps track of how many hours I hunt. I found a tiny specimen in January, and this little piece of ore yesterday. 123 hours of detecting between. Lots of heartbreaking bullets, and a pile of iron trash. My obvious goal is to reduce the interval, by improving the results. In the mean time, I'm not sitting on my azz, staring at a screen, or drinking beer all day, I'm out hunting! Keep on keepin' on! Regards, Kyle
  40. 6 points
    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
  41. 6 points
    Popac, Most people who find an unusual rock they think is a meteorite typically think it is from Mars or the Moon and worth tens of millions of dollars. There is always a fall story, usually embellished with seeing it fall from the sky with a blinding light right near them and going out and finding a new rock often burning hot or too hot to had touch at the bottom of a crater. It's wishful thinking. It is not what happens when a rock falls from space. Meteorites do not make holes, they don't burn, they don't light up from friction, and you won't see one shooting trail across the sky going all the way to the ground near you. Meteorites do not make holes. They land at the same speed as if you had dropped the same sized rock for a Cessna airplane. Each rock or meteorite would slow to it's terminal velocity based on air resistance. A bowling ball, or your rock, would slow to about 200 MPH. When it hit the ground it might break, or dent asphalt, but it would not make a crater. The terminal velocity of smaller stones is even lower. Galileo be damned. It would take a single stone the size of an eight passenger van to maintain enough velocity to make a crater as had occurred in Carancas, Peru, 27 Sep 2007. Meteorites come in at hypersonic 25,000 to 40,000 MPH velocities. At just below 60 miles high the air compacts at the front of the rock by ram pressure. The air itself becomes charged and fluorescences in brilliant light immediately expanding outward from the incoming meteor along its streak, which is actually what everyone sees when they see a meteor shoot across the sky. Think about it. The typical meteor is the size of a grain of rice. You can't see that 60 miles up. I don't care how bright it is. I repeat. What you are actually seeing is the instantaneously fluorescent atmosphere created by ram pressure along the meteor's path and not the actual rock. That same ram pressure heats up the outer surface and ablates (shatters) the meteor. Most are disintegrated and go off at about to 40 miles high. The very rare bollide that could produce a strewnfield of stones on the ground will go dark at about 35 to 25 miles high. All meteors will go dark after they drop below about 4500 MPH as they will no longer be enough pressure to produce light. Dark flight begins in the lower atmosphere as the meteorites continue to decelerate, but now producing sonic booms. They drop subsonic below 40 to 25 miles high. The trail of stones will become quite long with larger ones traveling farther that smaller fragments. When they reach terminal velocity for that sized stone they will lose nearly all of their forward momentum and drop nearly straight down being buffeted by the jet stream and atmospheric winds. The interior temperature of meteoriods in space is about -250 F. In the lower atmosphere the just-heated outer surface of incoming meteorites are blasted and chilled by the -60F of ever thickening air. Just fallen meteorites are usually warm to the touch, but not too hot to touch. Sometimes larger ones are icy cold as the interior re-chills the surface. The cannot start fires, in spite of the promulgated dubious Wisconsin-Chicago fire theory. (You should read my tutorial, "How to make a landing site for a meteorite." 31 Jan 31 2019.) Fresh meteorite falls are found on top of the ground by eyesight or by a magnet stick. Old falls containing larger stones or irons are buried much deeper and are often found by metal detectors. The reason that older fall meteorites are buried is normally not because they made a crater that deep, but that being much denser than the surrounding soil and boulders they sink slowly due to settling over the centuries. (See the depth of the Civil War bullets in my "Not Everything that Pings is a Meteorite" article 18 Dec 2018.) Cheers! billpeters
  42. 5 points
    Well done guys . ....I like the looks of all the heavies in that pan...
  43. 5 points
    The things that haunt us, the lost opportunities, the unknowns that make us wish we'd have done something different, paid more attention . . . Too bad you never got to know what it was that was bouncing around in the trommel, but I like your thinking about how it could have been a meteorite. It's such a great thing to get to hear a bit about a few of your experiences Bob, and thanks for posting them, and please don't stop. Let those gold-chasing tales continue. Remember the hopper that was letting out gold in my previous story? Well, the ground they were working was so rich in that spot, I have a story to share about it. After removing about forty feet of overburden, the ancient channel was finally exposed, with lots of orange material in the bottom six feet of channel that was sitting tight on bedrock. Moreover, getting to the bedrock exposed a large section of tunnel where the old-timers had worked extensively, and as they did all of that back-breaking underground work by hand, it was a good sign that we might have a great chance to hit some good gold, and we sure did. After they used the excavator to take the orange material out, and there was only bare bedrock left, I got invited into the pit to have a look at the side-wall of the channel that was still buried under all of the previously mentioned overburden. It was a sight I'll never forget. The excavator operator (and mine owner) walked me in from the north end of the cut, and he said, "I've never seen this before. Come take a look." He walked me over to where the cleaned bedrock met the wall, and then he started pointing out nuggets! You just can't make this stuff up!! About a foot off of the bedrock, and all along the length of the cut, we walked along flicking out nuggets from the side wall into a pan!! I'd certainly never seen anything like it before, and I haven't seen anything remotely close to that amazing sight since. The owner had to go to town for machinery parts, and the second-in-command wanted to yard as much through the wash-plant as quickly as possible, but not having been in the game as long as the owner, he overfed the plant, because when they shut it down, the twin sluices were yellow from top to bottom with nuggets!! That's another sight I haven't seen since, and one you should never see if you're running the plant properly. Furthermore, that's why the nuggets went over the end of the sluice with the discharge water, getting trapped on the broken bedrock as the water rushed under the road to drop into the settling pond. However, as I said in my other post, they got so much gold everyone was happy regardless, but, that's the other part of the story. All the best, Lanny
  44. 5 points
    Lanny here is another good one. Remember the wash plant where the claim owner's son found that 40 ounces of gold. Well I was just sitting here thinking about it. "Lost Gold" One day I'm standing next to the dump truck. that is the way we were feeding the wash plant. I've got the door open on the truck watching how full the hopper is so as not to overload it.The hopper has rails spaced a few inches apart to sort out the larger rocks from going through the trommel right. I'm nudging the PTO on the dump truck. adding a little more. when your standing there every day watching the plant you get used to normal sounds but your always listing for problems on the plant. belt slip, bearing squeal,what ever. I'll never forget this. all of a sudden I hear something clanging in the trommel? as its going around? bang bang bang bang bang and I realize, its something heavy in the trommel. did not sound like normal oversize rotating around at all. the first thing that comes to mind, a big nugget? so I run down to the other end of the trommel were the oversize dumps out and I'm watching and waiting. I'm thinking huge nugget. I'm looking and looking the clanging stops and I don't see anything? I wasn't ten feet away from the end of the trommel watching the gravel go around and pour out. no big nugget falls out into the pile? I think I may have finally solved this mystery. I'm thinking gold right. I wonder if it was a large Iron Nickel meteorite and I was looking so hard for gold, I just never saw It. just another rock. AzNuggetBob
  45. 5 points
    This is the standard poke for a rifleman. A 30-06 case cut just below the shoulder and a 45 ACP case slipped over the top for a cap. They taper fit perfectly and make a water tight seal. Lots of old timers used these for vials. They still do. I have found a couple of old rifle cases used for a stash. One with a crushed neck and one exactly like what you see above. Any case built from the 30-06 case will work great. You can cut a .243, .270, .308, '06 or any other cartridge built on this case. A 45 case will slide over and the inside taper will seal over the mouth of the '06 case perfectly. If you give it a good tap it will stick so tight it takes pliers to pull them apart. The 30-06 or the .270 will give you the longest container but a .243 or .308 is a nice size. Guys used these brass containers for all sorts of things. I use them for speedloaders with the blackpowder pistol. I keep my emergency rifle cleaning kit in one. And I always carry one for a poke when I am detecting.
  46. 5 points
    Hey I have been meaning to do up some Youtube videos for a while and this last weekend I was talking with Shannon Poe of AMRA at the Portland Oregon GPAA Gold Show and he suggested I video the whole presentation. Well, I had no video stuff with me, but I figured I could do the same presentation on a screen capture at home. In fact I’ve decided to do up all the presentations I give to various prospecting and rock hound clubs as well as the ones I do for the GPAA. I’ve got four done so far but more are coming and as soon as the weather improves I am going to do some live action instructional videos as well on all sorts of prospecting topics. In fact the plan is that Bill Southern and Tammy are going to come up this way to the California gold country sometime this summer and we will do together a series of prospecting videos. Most of them will be on Bill’s channel, but I’m hoping to talk Bill into doing a few for my channel as well. So if you want to see all of what I have coming, be sure to subscribe to my channel and hit the notification bell and YouTube will let you know when I publish something. In the mean time as I have 4 new ones for you to take a look at: How To Find Gold – Improving Your Prospecting Skills Nugget Detecting Success How To Stake Your Own Mining Claim https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OSzRh1Da74&t=2s Dry Washing For Gold
  47. 5 points
    I was coming home from bow fishing yesterday and stopped by a place that I thought might have a meteorite. Within five minutes of searching I found this beautiful oriented iron. It is in fairly good condition and has a removable handle. When I took the handle off I discovered genuine lint. I have sent this lint to NASA because I suspect it came from Mars. There is no telling how old this aerolite is. The foundry that manufactured this sad iron started production way back in the 1780's and produced various styles of irons into the late 1800's. I have not done much research so I don't know exactly how old it is but it is a nice piece to add to my collection. The markings say Colebrookdale Iron Company, Boyertown Pa. U.S.A. Maybe in the future I will offer polished slices of this rare Martian aerolite. Terry Solomon may want a dandy wrist watch created around a slice. But for now we can all bask in the glory of the main mass as it was found.
  48. 5 points
  49. 5 points
    The discriminator bar is plenty useful, but you have to understand some things. 1. All discrimination systems on ALL metal detectors only works properly only when centered over the target (and have a signal strong enough to analyze). I can make any detector discrimination indicate wrong by putting the coil near the target but not over it. While you are pinpointing and moving the coil around in and near the target to determine where it is, the discrimination means nothing. Only when you know where it is in the ground, then swing right over the top of it and take readings. A lot of new guys pinpoint poorly and this is responsible for a lot of the flipping back and forth. Coil control is important. 2. Sometimes even when pinpointing properly the discriminator will flip back and forth. This just shows the detector is unsure. You must dig to see. 3. If you go over the target 6 times and get 6 iron indications, its iron or a hot rock. If you get 6 of 6 non-ferrous, its likely non-ferrous. Its pretty accurate and helpful if you understand how to use it properly.
  50. 5 points
    Chris, move on,... that means leave the trash infested area and the frustration behind, at least for the time being. Move on to areas that are not so "concentrated" with bogus signals.
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