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Terry Soloman

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  1. Terry Soloman

    Best day ever !!

    Super Finds!!!!
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    Prescott Area Camping Ban

    In my spare time, I love to find a couple cops minding their own business and pull out my gun screaming "shoot me!" "I'm a native, Shoot me!"
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    Good dog.

    My wife is a bit peeved at my training method..
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    Cowboy coffee

    I find it is much easier to just mooch a cup off Bill, or Bunk!
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    Got a specimen

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    Tonight (Dec. 10) on Nat Geo...

    Got it taped - Thanks for the heads up!
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    Gold Prospecting Domain Names

    AlaskanGoldAdventures.com ArizonaGoldAdventures.com AmericanGoldAdventures.com CaliforniaGoldAdventures.com GoldProspectingLessons.com GoldProspectingLesson.com InternationalGoldAdventures.com GoTreasureHunting.com Please email TerrySoloman@aol.com or call me in White Plains, NY (914) 589-3985
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    Christmas Poetry for Prospectors

    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
  9. Terry Soloman

    Cutting Edge Toy

    This is my new Pro-Strider PT Auto, by Pro-Tech, and Strider Knives. It has a black 154CM blade with notched thumb rest. The handle has a green aluminum frame with black hardware, and black stainless steel tip up clip. It came with the original box and papers. Purchased from the knifemaker at the 2018 California Custom Knife Show. 2.75" blade 6.5" overall 3.75" closed.
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    A New Refreshment

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    History Lost in Paradise Fire.

    Very sad. Continuing to offer prayers for all those affected.
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    First time with the GM

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    Nugget Found

    Congrats on the find a return - Great Job!
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    What to do....

    It was so nice to meet and talk with you at the outing! See if Bill has any trade in or used GPX units. I know there are smoking deals on the 4500 out there now. Good Luck!
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    Some Outing Footage!

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    Some Outing Footage!

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    Saturday nugget shooter hunt

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    Full time prospecting?

    When I was running AGA full time, I used to buy gold at Les Bender's office. I became friends with a fellow that was living off the grid, out by Antelope Creek. He averaged about 6-grams of gold per week, and moved a lot of buckets every day to get it. He was always desperate for gas money, and looked skinnier every month. I gave him 85-percent of spot and he was always happy to get it. Ditch diggers make more money than most placer gold miners. Once you have the gold, then you have to sell it. It is NEVER worth what you believe it's worth. Buyers are not your friend, and will pay you as little for your gold as they can - especially in small amounts. Why not take an extended vacation in the goldfields and get a taste?
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    Bad News, Good News...

    You are a Warrior Unc! I am glad to hear you made it, and that you are recovering. I have 12-stents, and I know what you went through. My prayers are with you and your family, and I hope to shake your hand in a couple of days!
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    November 9th -11th Fall Outing

    I can hear the big silver bird's engines starting to crank! Come on Thursday!
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    If my phone and DVR didn't do it automatically, I'd be lost!
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    Ugly Ground but Beautiful Gold

    Really beautiful gold - Wow, Congratulations!