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    Hi all, My boys and I got the privilege to go check out some property that a friend of ours just bought. It's got a lot of high grade tailings that have been blasted out of the mine and never ran or processed. We took the detectors to see what we could come up with and it was quite amazing. Cameron my oldest found some beautiful specimens and my little guy found his first detector gold. It was a great time with the kids. Of course the gold bug found it all. It was fun watching the boys pop them out one after another. Dan
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    It has been a long time since I have posted any of my finds. I started detecting Monday morning in an old patch with a NF round 20" coil. I forgot how bad that can wear your arm out. I wish I could say I found some really big gold but I didn't. After about four hours I changed to the 14" coil and tried some new areas. Just as I was leaving I saw one last tributary. Finally after about seven hours I got over some gold and then another and some more. Never give up. Like they say confidence is everything!
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    I was given the opportunity to hang out with some pretty cool people over the weekend. I was fortunate enough to be invited to a military veteran meteorite hunt at Stewart Valley. Thank you so much to Dolan Dave, Jim Wooddell, Roy Miller and Bob Verish for sharing your experience with all the new comers to meteorite hunting. I was thrilled to be with you guys and to find three small H6 meteorites. Granger Legacy cooked up some outstanding meals too! Great trip with some wonderful people!
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    Went out to a spot on Lynx Creek today, and walked away with these two (kind-a-cool) nuggets. The one still has very small quartz-like sand gravel (mixed with magnetite) mixed in and lodged within the gold, and the other is shaped just like a railroad spike. Their combined weight is 1.52 Grams. They where both lodged deep down in the mud and clay, and where so encased in dark mud that there was no visible sign of gold at all when I finally was able to scrape them out of their hiding places. I had to swash them around in my mouth and spit the mud out about 4-5 times just to loosen the clay/mud,....And "yes" I am one of those who have to taste the gold once I find it. Nothing like that solid-weigh-taste of gold to get you excited with each find. I had almost given up on this spot ( actually, I have given up on it about 3-4 times over the years, but after returning and approaching it a little differently each time it has surprised me (positively) each time). This time I decided to sit right in the middle of the wash (up stream a bit) and observe what was happening with the exposed (scoured) bedrock and the flow of the wash. The bedrock was angled downward toward the left side of the wash, and was butted-up against a hard mud/clay bank that was just loaded with "many" medium to large boulders. I, being the "curious-type" wondered just how far within that bank that bedrock extended??? So, I proceeded to take my trusty pick and aggressively up-root, dislodge, and remove the "many" medium to large rocks and boulders to see just how far that bedrock was hiding in that bank. I was into the bank about 18" and noticed that the bedrock was dropping, sort of like the side of a dome. And butted-up against this side wall of bedrock where many varying sizes of boulders and rocks all sort of glued together with a hard pack combination of mud and clay. It was like a jug saw puzzle of boulders and rocks with very few open spaces between (mud and clay filled them). I got to a point to where I couldn't pick and dislodge any more boulders (too packed in), and by then I was about worn out anyway, so it was time to see what the elusive bedrock had been hiding from me. I had found many nice nuggets in the past in this spot (patch) and had never found any trash targets in it, so I knew for certain that if I got a good signal, it would be another nice nugget for sure. I found the one right away, but got no more good signals (other than a strange signal from a very large hot rock), so I moved upstream, and then down to work my magic on them as wall. No success there. It was getting hot, I was almost out of my protein drink, and about to pack it in and head home when I thought I'd go back and investigate that strange hot rock signal one more time. I knew that I couldn't remove those well-mudded-in boulders, so I took my angled screwdriver and pulled as much of the mud/clay out from between two boulders and the bedrock edge as I could piling it up where I could swing my detector over it. Once again I got a real strong signal from a completely-encased mud-object. That's when I found the gold railroad spike. So, for those of you who may not be familiar with this method of prospecting, it may be of value to stop, and Observe how the bedrock is tending (direction-wise); take the time and energy to follow it, and double-check the target-signal that may have been questionable initially. Gary
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    Here are a few more from the same place as last week. I put the Joey coil on and worked the area a little more thoroughly. The smaller of the five was found by sight but I kept it anyway. Hope you enjoy. AJ
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    Got out to another area near me for a few hours. Having hunted in the general area before, and not done very well, I gave it yet another chance. Slightly under 4 grams total....The fatty mc fatster is 2.4 grams ....Can you tell which 3 nugs came from the same wash ?
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    I guess no one likes posting photos of their gold anymore these days,................ I thought this was a Gold Forum???? Got this one today on the Lynx,... kind of cool with a bit of character ...(like Me ). Cleaned up it weighed in at 1.08 grams. Gary
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    Boulder dash and I got together for some drywashing down in the desert heat last weekend. This spot is difficult as we were camped exactly one half mile (measured not exaggerated like some fools do) from the chosen dig area . This means that all the equipment would have to be hiked up to the location, and we would obviously have to hike to and from daily. Between Boulder dash and I, we hiked the .51 mile distance 24 times from Thursday night to Sunday afternoon. We packed Boulder dash`s 151, generator, motor, Shop vac , and all the other items necessary to move some gravels. The gold here is coarse, as we are just down the mountain from one of the sources of the placer. By 12 noon on Sunday we had run 302 buckets, and Boulder dash decides to go get some of the ore laying around the mine up the mountain. All together we wound up with 18 + Grams for the weekend ! Crushed,amalgamated gold from 12 lbs of the ore laying on the surface . .09 grams 14.16 Grams of coarse placer gold... 3.96 grams of the bigger coarse pieces around an old button ..... A small area before being worked. Same area after ... Thanks to boulder dash for doing the clean ups and providing the detailed info regarding the weights.
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    Met up with Cowkiller for a midnight hunt. The area is one Cowkiller knew well and it had been pretty well pounded. But... not as often with the GPZ. It really was a gorgeous night. While there wasn't a full moon for the best visibility, it was still cool out and not much of a wind blowing. We split up a bit so as not to have the machines interfering and were off. After about 2 hours I was wondering if it was going to be a real grind, because I was getting nothing but bird shot. And then I dug up one of those noisy signals, only to see the shape of gold. It was in the .1g range. Now I say shape because when you're hunting with green light, you're never really sure until you shine white light on it. Bigger gold, that's not a problem. But the little stuff could just be a small piece of aluminum or tin. So I bottled it up and kept hunting with the relief that at least there's probably no skunk for the night. And continued on. Next area was somewhat trashy. But I kept at it anyway. After a while I became more active kicking stuff out of the way. I know there's gold here and I just had to work for it. Well no sooner than my first 10 kicks or so, I got a signal underneath one of those rocks. 4" down and I get a meaty little guy .. again in the .1g range. By this time Cowkiller was tearing it up also. He had a couple of his own. Well I continued circling back towards an area that I worked previously, for a couple more hours. It was starting to get light. But now the EMI really faded down and my machine was just humming along. Only settings I had changed were to do a noise canceling for a few times. Well I hit a real clear signal right in the middle of the path. Started scrapping down a couple inches and the dirt turned purple red. And yes.. another small piece of gold. (.03g or so) So then I scooted to another area that someone had cleared in the past with a rake. I myself had beeped this area but I double backed over since my detector was sounding so good and guess what... I missed one. It was stuck in schist and just needed a little help being liberated. Another small flake in the .1 range. So I scoot over to the next raked area and start checking that. About that time Cowkiller comes up on my right and scares the bejesus out of me. Well not intentionally. But when you're out all night riding hi on gold and caffein, anything will make you jump. We both laughed and shared our findings. Cowkiller really did kill it with 5 pcs that weighed in around .75 grams if I remember right. I ended with 4 pcs, and only got .39g total. But hey... it's something and I had a lot of fun. Always good hanging out with friends, sharing stories and coming home with a little gold to boot.
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    Hey all: Went out today with Dave and Dad to my UBER secret wash Did a lot of hillside hunting trying to find where the gold may have been coming from but to no avail. I went back down into the main wash and got the 1.5 grammer at 10 inches on the bedrock. The 1 grammer was 50 or so yards below it and was only about 2 inches deep in the gravel. (Love how monsoons floods throw gold around!) It was a perfect day for detecting. Nice and cool and the good Lord blessed us with some gold! I had been over the area I found the 1.5 in about 10 times with my Coiltek 9x14. Was using the EVO 13x17 today and it made the difference. Only dug 40 ironstones to get these little buggers Good times. Tom H.
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    Hey All.... With all you guys posting your recent finds, I decided to go out and find some gold of my own. I went out last night for a full moon hunt. Started off exploring some new areas, but ended up in a hammered gully that I like to call the 'Roadside Patch'. I've taken a few out of there in the past, and by the looks of the place, it's been worked pretty good with rock throws on each side of the gully. Because it's been hunted by myself and others, there's very little trash left, so when you get a signal, there's a good chance it's what you're looking for. This time around, I chose a spot where the gully crosses the road and flows over some exposed bedrock before dropping a foot or so and then turning and widening out. I used my Burro pick to clear the first few inches of rocks and gravel away and was just able to get a break in the threshold. A little more digging and the larger nugget on the top came to the surface. After finding the first one, I just expanded the scraped area to about 4'x4' and got another signal. Two targets in the hole this time. The second nugget was found first and then a large piece of lead (.38 cal) was also in the hole. With the bullet being so much larger than the nugget, I'm thinking that I detected the bullet and the nugget just happened to be there too.... ??? Anyways, it seems the lead, led me to the gold. No more to be found last night, but it's good to know that when you think a place has been picked over, there's still some gold hiding somewhere. Good luck out there. Luke
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    I got the chance to go out for a full day of drywashing late last week and managed to scrape up .7 of a gram. I backpacked in the 140 and all my gear including three gallons of water, after getting going I was able to run 31 buckets of dirt for the day, this included 1 bucket of bedrock vacuumed dirt. I exposed 5-6' of bedrock. I had higher hopes for the cleanup but I had some problems with the drywasher that I think caused me to lose a lot of gold. Just days before heading out I had replaced my drywasher cloth, I used a material that was not nearly restrictive enough and caused tons of air to blow out the first and last riffles of the tray, playing with the tray slope I was able to get it equally blowing from the first and last riffles but just could not no matter what get the entire tray equally flowing. The rest of the tray was just not getting enough air but the top and bottom where hurricanes! Even at almost idle on the blower I would get big blowouts clearing the first riffle if the tray wasn't overloaded with material , this also did not allow for good vibrating action with such a low blower speed,so I tried to run dirt through a couple times. It was tough keeping things moving and making sure the tray was somewhat evenly flowing then the chute clogs up while I'm looking at something else and poof another blowout! But I still had a ton of fun and learned a bunch as usual, eventually I'll get it dialed in!
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    I forgot how long it takes to get to the campsite in the Dale. The wind was howling much of the time. Anyway, I found a five gram bit of the San Bernadino Wash meteorite...I had sold all the first pieces I found , so this is just big enough for me to cherish... I also found a 1.2 grain nugglet...in an area that had not yielded any before...it is all good. We had a good time for a very short trip... fred
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    Here are several actual meteorites I've found in a strewnfield I discovered a while back...Cheers, Unc
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    Got out for 4 1/2 hours of beeping in some new gullies close to home. This one particular wash was clearly worked in the recent past. Handstacks everywhere ! I was trying to remember if boulderdash and I had worked it already. Scored these little buggers close by... 6 tenths of a gram
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    Since the forums have been slow thought I would post some dinks from yesterdays really short hunt with the sdc-I havent been out in a long time so I got out to a very pounded patch in the desert about 9am and it was already very warm-saddled up and within the first 5 minutes I had my first and biggest one 2.2 grains-only down about 1-2 inches-about 2 hours later I had 3 more all down about 3 inches -bugs flying up my nose and in my eyes didnt make it any better as it was heating up fast--smallest one weighed in at .8 of a grain-total weight was 5.6 grains These are dinks that were missed hundreds of times by me and other detectorist with many different beepers so credit goes to the sdc-its going to take 100s of these size dinks to pay for it good thing its only a hobby for me -oh well still having fun with it sure wish they would offer a bigger coil for it -Total beepin time was 2.34 hours so thats about little over 2 grains an hour-I think Ill keep my day job Mike C...
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    Hi all, hope your all getting out. I finally got my dad up to go swing the detectors for a few days. We headed out to our usual spots this weekend so he could hopefully bang his second minelab nugget. We got stuck in the truck for almost 2 hrs on Saturday because of the frigging snow. I know it's mid May. Winter won't let go. Well luckily it didn't stick where we were. We got out and started detecting and about an hour into it, the EVO gave a really mello tone. Down about 6 inches was a huge chunk of quartz that was giving the signal. I took it to the truck and washed it up and seen the nice little pocket of gold in it. I knew there wasn't much in it because even out of the hole it really didn't scream. I had my dad run his machine on it with the 12 inch elliptical NF and it barely sounded off. That new EVO is really sensitive. Then we moved to another spot and my oldest son ended up banging one with the GB2. It was a good sized chunk of quartz but only had 1.1 grams in it after crushing. Mine had just under 2 grams in it. I did manage to bust out a pretty cool small specimen out of it. Pop didn't find anything but he enjoyed being up with the grandkids and hanging out. 1st 2 pics are of Camerons. 3rd is my big one. Ill get pics of the little speci I broke out of it when its done cleaning up. Take care everyone Dan
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    It beat the skunk ! Got out for a few hours last Sunday to hunt a challenging area, and was rewarded with this nice signal deep in a bedrock crevice. The Gold Bug II new it was there.
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    Loving the SDC 2300, I can get gold where everyone and their bro has hunted
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    First time out with my new Nugget Buster headphones! Thanks, Adam!
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    Dude, it's not a meteorite. It sure af is not from the moon. Do you know what else has all of those minerals? The Earth's crust. Bingo, there's your answer. I've never seen one post of someone claiming to be an expert, please provide a quote and/or link. Keep your conspiracy theories at home with Jimale's rock collection, or post them to your anglefire sites.
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    Two guys are walking through the woods and come across this big deep hole. "Wow...that looks deep." "Sure does... toss a few pebbles in there and see how deep it is." They pick up a few pebbles and throw them in and wait... no noise. "Jeeez. That is REALLY deep... here.. throw one of these great big rocks down there. Those should make a noise." They pick up a couple football-sized rocks and toss them into the hole and wait... and wait. Nothing. They look at each other in amazement. One gets a determined look on his face and says, "Hey...over here in the weeds, there's a railroad tie. Help me carry it over here. When we toss THAT sucker in, it's GOTTA make some noise." The two drag the heavy tie over to the hole and heave it in. Not a sound comes from the hole. Suddenly, out of the nearby woods, a goat appears, running like the wind. It rushes toward the two men, then right past them, running as fast as it's legs will carry it. Suddenly it leaps in the air and into the hole. The two men are astonished with what they've just seen... Then, out of the woods comes a farmer who spots the men and ambles over. "Hey... you two guys seen my goat out here?" "You bet we did! Craziest thing I ever saw. It came running like crazy and just jumped into this hole!" "Nah", says the farmer, "That couldn't have been MY goat. My goat was chained to a railroad tie."
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    Hi Guys, been busy! Hope you all are doing great! http://www.minelab.c...rst-impressions
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    Since it's been sooo slow lately in the forums here I figured I'd post up a couple Au photos typical of what comes out of NC streams in proximity of the LDMA property near Morganton.. I realize this is gold dust residue on the boots of y'all western big game fortunates, but to those who live in areas out your way where dry washing is the best method of recovery, welll, y'all know what I'm talking about when I say we'll take these nice chunky bits all night and all day.. This is from three or four sample pans a few years back and will test out around 22k / 93% Au.. As the price of nearly everything continues spiraling skyward it made me sad when I finally had to accept as factual the expense of making trips to even my nearest worthwhile gold-bearing locations became cost-prohibitive to the point there really is no choice other than to let the fever gnaw at my bones most of the time.. And try as I might, detecting the beaches, parks and other places both local and quasi-local to me simply doesn't cut it as a substitute / replacement for dipping a pan / setting up a sluice.. I guess what I'm trying to say is never take for granted living on or near gold-bearing ground, because regardless how slim one feels local pickings may be it sure beats the snot out of no pickings at all.. Swamp
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    We have 6 hives and 4 are feral and sweet as..... well honey. Here are 2 with me inches away filming them work.
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    Good write up-Speaking of the 2nd amendment Thomas Jefferson once said-- The beauty of the 2nd amendment is that it will not be needed until they try to take it--- Mike C...
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    Last weekend (May 6, 2017) I went back to the same area as my last 3 finds to finish hunting that area. I pulled another one out from under a bush, buried a couple inches. This one is 123.0g of fusion crusted goodness. I'll post a pict of it cleaned up soon.
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    Jimale, Have you taken any of your rocks to a university to be studied by an actual expert ??? Do you have any documentation, whatsoever, to prove they are in fact, meteorites ??? This forum is made up of volunteers, not paid experts, and participation is purely voluntary. If you don't like the feedback you are getting, perhaps you should go somewhere else to get the answer you are looking for. Maybe you'll have to pay for it. No one here is required to comment on your posts. If the people who you claimed are 'self-claimed experts' did not comment, there would be no commentary. Once again, participation is not required. Go have an expert look at your rocks. Since this post is composed of terrestrial rocks. Here's one that I found. Enjoy !!
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    My daughter graduating college this past Saturday!! She's the 4th young lady going across the stage to receive her diploma, she the one with glasses on.
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    Little Bedrock Pockets . . .This story involves some exposed bedrock that had been worked in the past; however the interesting part about this area was first and foremost, it was difficult to get to because of permission access, and secondly it was flat out unfriendly terrain that made the descent to the exposed bedrock a dicey affair. The ground was still staked, but after a rather circuitous route, and after lots of talking, I was granted permission, only to find that I had to find a way down into those old diggings! I tell you what; it was steep! And, the footing was terrible, but as I've done many times in the past, I figure if I can find a way down, I should be able to find a way back up and out, and I did, eventually, but I'd better get to the gold tale. The location was pretty enough, pines, firs and larch populated the slopes above the excavation, and a blanket of aspens covered the bench below the excavation, their leaves whispering silent messages as they twisted and turned from the slightest imagination of any movement of air. It's amazing how an aspen leaf is brought to life by the tiniest breath of pristine mountain air. It truly is a beautiful sight, one I often pause to enjoy. Moreover, the northern sun was high overhead, sending its warm golden rays to heat the still cool alpine atmosphere. Furthermore, little mountain wrens filled the air with beautiful age-old masterpieces, ones never to be written or entered into a musical score, but wonderful melodies, brief marvels of Nature's genius nonetheless. Not to be left out, the flowers performed as mountain daisies undulated in white waves down the descending slopes. The spot I'd chosen to detect was one the miners of the past had excavated, one that cut through a large section of clay overburden as the chased an ancient channel, a river the dinosaurs apparently used to tiptoe across in the dim days of long ago. Well, that's what the geologist I consulted with told me, and he also informed me that if I was lucky enough to find any gold, it would be gold that was deposited many tens of millions of years ago (but hey, what's 100-200 million years to a geologist?). He pointed out a few things to me as well about the heavy glaciation of the area and how to tell the difference between glacially tumbled rocks and actual stream-worn rocks, which was interesting, as was the second part of his instruction to me that day when he told me how to look at the surrounding mountain peaks to learn to identify which ones the glaciers had plowed over in their rush to cover North America in ice (that's right, apparently there's a way to look at mountain peaks to see which ones got glaciated [they have shoulders on either side of the pointed peaks?] and which ones kept the uppermost part of their peaks free from the ravages of the ice sheets). The whole ancient-geological-events thing boggles my mind (I mean, hundreds of millions of years/billions of years, how am I supposed to get my head around that?), if I'm honest, because I just can't imagine sheets of ice, miles thick (deep) filling valleys and covering mountains. However, this glaciers vs. valleys vs. mountains thing does remind me of when I was in the much more northern gold fields chasing the gold, and the Oldtimers way back when in that area used to look for what they called bedrock rims, ones narrowly separated on each side of old stream-beds that would stop the glaciers from gouging down into the steep bottoms to strip them of their gold. Moreover, I've seen some of the gold (and found some of the sassy nuggets with my metal detector as well) that came from those protected valleys, and it truly was and is beautiful gold.Furthermore, I've seen the areas that weren't protected by those bedrock rims, and I've seen the deep striations (giant scratches left by the glacier's claws, so to speak) in the bedrock where the gold hungry robber-glaciers scoured the very bottom of wider valleys, stealing the gold, then transporting it off to who-knows-where!But, I digress in my story telling, which seems to happen more and more often to me these days. Perhaps because I've chased the gold in so many different places, and have chased it for long enough now that while travelling down the road of one memory in my cluttered mind, it triggers adjacent or related memories that propel me down other trails of memory . . .So, I apologize, and I'll head back to the pockets story.After finally getting my gear down into the bottom of that old excavation, I was faced with a couple of challenges. I don't know if the average nugget shooter knows about what I call creeping clay. It's clay that gets washed down into old excavations from the surrounding overburden, clay that moves like a slowly flowing invasive force, one that eventually covers almost all of the formerly exposed bedrock much as a lava flow does, except that the clay isn't lava or rock of course, but when it dries from its former plastic, sticky, gooey form, it's no fun having to use a pick to try to get it out of the way. Furthermore, oftentimes I wonder what's under three or four feet of that stubborn stuff that's ten to twenty feet wide. For instance, what good bedrock crevices and cracks has it buried that the Oldtimers had no way of electronically checking? To confess, that much clay cover is just too intimidating for me to dig, so I focus on areas with only a thin layer of overriding clay, or in best case scenarios, I dedicate my entire efforts to huntung sections that have not felt the heavy hand of the clay invader. As luck would have it, I stumbled across what I can only describe as some downward rolling troughs, ones trending downslope, an area the former miners had scraped with machinery, but due to the composition of the bedrock had left multiple pockets that nature had scooped (pounded or hammered) into that terribly hard bedrock before the ancient channels dried then solidified, but they were small pockets carrying ancient stream materials, ones the former miners must have considered not worth the effort, and commercially speaking in fact, they would not have been viable for a big operation to chase, but those little pockets were tailor-made for a nugget shooter like me. (I only realized the pockets were there after scanning the bedrock and getting a signal. In scraping the bedrock while chasing the signal, my pick scraped into some softer material, but material that was nevertheless tightly packed and hard; however, by following the margins of the softer material with the blade of the pick, I soon realized what I'd discovered. Moreover, the stony material running with the clay in the pocket had a lot of orange and red stain, and even purple stain deeper down, which in my chosen area means ancient, undisturbed stream-run.) So, I started the process of slowing down to hunt for other pockets.After getting another signal (the first one was a bit of rusted steel caught on the lip of the bedrock where it contacted the pocket material), I scraped with the pick until I could clearly see the outline of the pocket. Then I used the tip of the pick to soften up the old material until I could scrape off a layer with the blade. I scanned again, and the signal was louder, but still a nice soft sound. (The previously mentioned steel target had been quite rackety as I got closer to it.) Encouraged, I worked off another layer, then scanned again. The signal was crisper now, but still sweet. After removing more material, the Bug Pro pinned in the golden range. The recovered target was a fat and sassy two-gram nugget that growled nicely as I spun it in my nugget bottle close by my ear. There were some sub-gram pieces in the bottom of the pocket tightly jammed into a little crevice holding purple-coloured material, but no more nuggets.I spent the rest of that sun-filled afternoon finding and checking pockets, and several of them were good to me. So, I left with a nice collection of nuggets in my gold bottle, nuggets that Mother Nature had banked ages ago in those long forgotten dinosaur days, nuggets deposited safely in those little bedrock pockets.All the best,Lanny
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    A biker stopped by the local Harley shop to have his bike repaired. They couldn't do the work while he waited, and so, since he didn't live far from the shop, he decided to walk home. On the way home he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and an anvil. He stopped at the feed store / livestock dealer and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, he had a problem... How to carry his entire purchase home. The feed store owner said, "Why don't you put the anvil in the bucket, carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?" "Hey, thanks!" said the biker, and out the door he went. In the parking lot he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost, and asked if he could tell her the way to 1603 Mockingbird Lane. The biker said, as a matter of fact, I live at 1616 Mockingbird Lane." We can take a short cut down this alley and be there in no time". The little old lady looked him over cautiously, and then said, "I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me up against the wall, pull up my skirt, and ravish me?" The biker said, "Holy smokes lady! I'm carrying a bucket, an anvil, two chickens, and a goose. How in Hell could I possibly hold you up against a wall and do that?" The lady said, "Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens."
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    Paid 14 dollars so I'm making it my project lol... I am some what familiar with electronics nevertheless I'm not out lot of money
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    While serving in the Navy as a MR5 was on duty 24 hours, when in Port had no duty days. When at shore I would look for machine shops. They have our old flat belt machines running off over head line shafts running from a motor at one end of the shop. When I saw someone having trouble trueing a part in a 4-jaw Chuck I'd motion to them so I show them an easy way to do it. Then they motion for me to follow them home for dinner. Sure ate good when in Port and fantastic time's. This was in Asia.
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    http://www.charlotteobserver.com/entertainment/music-news-reviews/article145681504.html Who stashed gold inside a British piano? It's a mystery The 913 gold coins which were found in a piano, are displayed at Ludlow Museum in Ludlow, England Thursday April 20, 2017, where they are being kept under lock and key. As a mystery surrounds the identity of the rightful heirs to a treasure trove of gold coins. British officials say they have been unable to trace the rightful heirs to a trove of gold coins worth a "life-changing" amount of money. The school that owns the piano and the tuner who found the gold are now in line for a windfall after a coroner investigating the find declared it treasure. The hoard, which weighs 6 kilograms (13 pounds), has not been formally valued. But Peter Reavill of the British Museum has said the trove is worth a "potentially life-changing" amount.
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    To me it looks like the adventure of a lifetime but his dad is a rotten old fool who is chopping off his nose to spite his ugly face. Utilizing the next generation to attain your dreams is fantastic as a win win win-you obtain your dream-aquire wealth-and reaquire relations with a son who puts up with your S%$#. John PS-I had a great math teacher at Redondo Beach high school who hired me to work in his board/dive shop in Redondo. He was dismissed as a foolish dreamer, scammer, fool. His name was Mel Fisher and hahahah look how THAT worked out...
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    I watched it, a bit interesting so far but I'm sure it will get more interesting as it goes on, but I wanted to SMACK his Dad a good one towards the end of the show, what a prick!!!
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    Very nice line-up microsniper. Funny how a lot of gold we find on accident can make us better gold hunters. So by accident ... we become smarter. I'm not smart enough to explain that
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    You'll be "sorry" for not going,...the coooool pines of Prescott, and the Lynx are calling to you,..."come-hether",..come-seek-out my Gold,...I'ts here for the taking, but only "the Shadow" knows where. Gary
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    This is getting ridiculous...There are rock forums elsewhere... Jimal there are a number of experienced meteorite guy on this forum and you are becoming an irritant to folks who actually know what they're talking about....Study more and learn and you'll maybe find an actual meteorite one day...I can walk out to my rock garden and find rocks looking 1,000 times more like meteorites, but they are ROCKS! Cheers, Unc
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    I'm a bully because I render my opinion on what obviously are not meteorites? I think you are confused as to what constitutes a bully. I am not an expert, I am an enthusiast. I'm not here to scare anyone, if words on an internet forum scare you I don't know what to say. The learning curve of this thread's OP is a straight line, there is no indication of any attempt at learning here. I have compassion, but lack patience for the continued posting of terrestrial rocks in a meteorite forum. Good day.
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    I called Southwest Airlines, and asked if I could take my Bazooka..... Luckily for me , they have internet here in San Quentin State Pen.......
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    Good going Tom, remember when I found that half gram sunbaker by eye sight there. Those were good times.
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    Same here. Nice to see everyone again and meet some new folks too. Had a great time. Here's a few pics of the 29 grammer I found.
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    Make sure the battery is good and Never unplug the coil when its on-Theres a guy in AU his name is Woody that works on them heres a link to his site http://detectormods.com/ give him a call and see if he can do anything for you-Goodluck-Mike C...
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    An attractive blonde from Cork, Ireland, arrived at the Casino. She seemed a little intoxicated and she bet twenty thousand dollars in a single roll of the dice. She said, "I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm completely nude." With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and with an Irish brogue yelled, "Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!" As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed. "Yes! Yes! I won, I won!" She hugged each of the dealers, picked up her winnings and her clothes and quickly departed. The dealers stared at each other dumbfounded. Finally, one of them asked, "What did she roll?" The other answered, "I don't know. I thought you were watching." MORAL OF THE STORY Not all Irish are drunks, not all blondes are dumb. But all men, are men!
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    Engineers Go To Heaven An Engineer dies... and goes to Hell. Dissatisfied with the level of comfort, he starts designing and building improvements. After a while, Hell has air conditioning, flush toilets and escalators. The engineer is a pretty popular guy. One day God calls and asks Satan, "So, how's it going down there?" Satan says, "Hey things are going great. We've got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and there's no telling what this engineer is going to come up with next." God is horrified. "What? You've got an engineer? That's a mistake - he should never have gone down there! You know all engineers go to Heaven. Send him up here! " Satan says, "No way. I like having an engineer on the staff. I'm keeping him." God says, "Send him back up here or I'll sue." "Yeah, right," Satan laughs. "And where are you going to get a lawyer?
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    My ancestors were German - Irish, also my three kids. Three of my ten grandkids are half Asian. Also great neice and great nephew half Black, neice and great nephew half Mexican. So I can say my family cover's this beautiful planet earth.
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    Little Peak, Part II:Well, as the gold was fat and sassy up at the formation I'd named Little Peak, and as darkness had won the battle with daylight the day before, I just had to go back for a look the following day. Once again, the sky was that incredible mountain blue that stirs the heart, the air warm, and filled with the pungent smell of conifers. On this day, two tiny green hummingbirds were hard at war, chittering and squeaking as they fought a turf war over the flowery domain that lined the one side of the old excavation. However, even though I hit the top of that Little Peak cut hard for the entire morning, I was only rewarded with a few small pieces, and I only recovered them as I'd forced myself to slow way down to thoroughly investigate every tiny break in the threshold. Sometimes, the breaks were caused by gold, but too often, the breaks were caused by tiny bits of blade and track, and of course, by some pesky hot-rocks that bedevil any VLF I've used so far. In fact, it seems like the tiny hot-rocks close to the surface are the worst; however, there were a couple of strange sounding rocks that were deeper, but larger, ones that pinned in the good zone and sounded sweet to boot. Those signals sped my heart up and had me thinking all kinds of golden thoughts, but they were generated by imposters, pieces of rock about a third the size of a golf ball, some stream-rounded, some angular, but imposters all.Now, after pounding the top of that cut for so long, I'd worked up a powerful appetite, and a mighty big thirst, so I took my detector and my five-gallon bucket with my lunch and water and found a huge boulder that offered some shade. I angled my way under that broken off chunk of mountain and had the miner's lunch: beef jerky, bottled water, crackers, a handful of nuts, and a chocolate covered (real chocolate!) granola bar. Moreover, I actually enjoy it when I gear down for a bit: my ears get a break from the headphones, my arms and wrists get a break from running the pick and swinging the small sledge, and it's always great to lean up against something solid to give the back a break too. Furthermore, it gives my brain a break, and that might be the most valuable rest of all; I've found that the old noggin' needs a rest just as much if not more so than the muscles. The break offers my brain a chance to replay and review things I've seen earlier on other outings, a chance to rethink certain strategies, but often enough, a new thought will pop into my head about a spot I'd passed by that I really should check out, and that's what happened this day.There was a trough off to one side of the main gut in the lowest section of the placer cut. But, it was filled with water! Well, my little Gold Bug Pro (the detector I was swinging that day) has a waterproof coil, so I thought I'd swim it through that trough, just for the heck of it. Now, I don't know how many of you have tried detecting underwater in hot ground littered with hot-rocks, and I'm sure there's more I need to learn about the process, but when that coil goes under the water, all kinds of strange sounds (wooh-oohs, beeps, snorts, grunts, splattery-sparks, boings, etc.) start to assail the headphones. Nevertheless, in the midst of those alien wailings, there were what sounded like some genuine, positive hits. So, there I was, standing looking down into a basin of water that was possibly hiding some nuggets (some of the signals pinned on the meter right hard!), but that water was a problem. How to get rid of it?I didn't have a pump with me, and it was a heck of a trek back to the ATV, then a stiff ride back to camp, so I had to engage my brain in some creative thinking. Well, I always go out with two gold pans, and I never use little pans, only the full-sized ones (all of my gold pictures are shot in those big pans), so I figured I might as well start bailing. Now, I don't know how much bailing you've done, but using a gold pan is mighty slow work, especially when a mountain spring keeps feeding fresh water into the works. After bailing myself into oblivion with the gold pan, and after not winning the race to see the bottom of the trough, another thought hit me. I had my five-gallon bucket, so why not use it to vastly multiply my bailing options? Well, I emptied all of the contents onto a dry bedrock shelf, then I set to work. Any old pirate that ever had to bail out a leaky Pinnace would have been proud! The water sure flew, and I could even see by the wet mark against the wall that I was making progress, so being encouraged, I kept the water flying. Although it took quite a bit of elbow grease, and a ton of one-man-mining horsepower, I eventually got down to where I was staying ahead of the mountain spring. A shallow saddle poked up from the gloom, so I quickly grabbed my detector and made some quick passes and the headphones rocked with a solid hit, the meter pinning, the sound a sweet growl. Working quickly, I isolated the target, a nice 2.5 gram nugget! Well, this was encouraging, but the water was winning again, so I had to go back to the drawing board. I trailed the spring's outlet uphill a bit, took my pick and a small shovel, found some sticky clay, and made myself a diversion. Of course my barrier it wasn't stopping all of the flow as some of the water was running between plates of bedrock, then seeping back into the trough, but I did slow it down considerably, enough so in fact that when I went back to bailing, I noticed I was winning at a faster rate. The water dropped enough with that second assault that the saddle was left high and dry. I scanned it carefully and very slowly and pulled out two more nuggets that were on edge in the bedrock under the clay, neither one much over a gram, but the gold was a nice buttery yellow colour, the colour of gold that really warms the heart of nugget shooters everywhere.The mystery remained. What was in the bottom of that trough? So, I waded in with my mining boots and set to making the water fly again. When I finally saw the bottom cropping up, I got my pan and finished the job. The bailing routine would buy me about five minutes before the inexorable hydraulic nature of seeping water started to fill the bedrock trough again. But, that five minutes gained was worth all the effort. I started right in the gut of the stream and got a solid hit below a rock about the size of a football jammed solidly into the clay covering the bedrock. The signal was a sassy three gram nugget that had taken to hiding just under the edge of that fat cobble. I kept scanning the gut and got several more hits, but all of the nuggets were less than three grams, but greater than one. At the one end of the trough, the bedrock climbed steeply up what had obviously been a narrow, ancient watercourse.Well, that spot was a little bonanza that just kept on giving! Hit after hit in every little wrinkle of that bedrock, and I had to work hard with my little bar to winkle every one of them out from between those plates of bedrock, bedrock that had been hammered and worn down, rounded and pounded, but bedrock that still had enough edges to trap the nuggets and hold them tight. By the time I'd finished with the little watercourse, the trough needed bailing again. This time when the water had receded, I scanned up the sides of the slopes, but I wasn't getting any hits. I slowed down a bit and looked at the vertical sidewall carefully, then saw some of the same recognizable edges of those hammered plates of bedrock peeking out, so I started scanning higher up, which is ironic considering all of the effort I'd put into lowering the water! Regardless, the nuggets were up in those plates as well.By the time my nugget shooting was done down in that muddy trough, up the ancient little watercourse, and all across the higher sides of the vertical wall, my gold bottle really growled as I swirled the nuggets around inside it.As for the strange sounds my detector makes when I submerge it in the water, it's really a moot point as the good sounds came through regardless, enough of them anyway to get me to bail out that trough to liberate those sassy nuggets from their bedrock prison.All the best,Lanny