Hard Prospector
Hero Member
- Aug 29, 2012
- 974
- 1,387
- Detector(s) used
- SDC2300, Gold Monster, Sierra Gold Trac, GB2, the Falcon......and just as many drywashers
- Primary Interest:
- Prospecting
I knew because of all the rain that drywashing would be a lost cause but wanted to get out anyways. Never seen so much green or even wild flowers around Randsburg.....pretty cool in itself.
Decided to make this a prospecting/exploring trip to some remote far away place between Trona and Death Valley. Found an old pocket mine a few years ago up a steep draw that showed possibilities. This gold mine was worked over 100 years ago and in such a steep remote location, that only the best ore was be taken out by pack string.
Discovered it few years ago and found some nice gold oar that had been pitched onto the dump. One back pack full had crushed out to 4 grams. Made my way back to this lonely place Friday and it seemed nobody had been there since my last visit. Spent the afternoon raking and sorting through the dump. As I had limited means to get it out, I had to choose carefully. Anything that gave a zip-zip and "looked like rotten teeth" went into the oar bag. Sure glad I had my "little mule" along. ]This bike will take me any where I have the balls to point it.
Got back to the truck around dark after a couple near crashes on my over loaded "mule". Made a quick supper, some beers and couple shots of whisky later I was in the sack. Fell asleep in the back of the truck to the sound of the desert wind howling.
Up the next morning, headed for Ridgecrest and pulled into Denny's...........a Grand Slam never tasted so good.
Decided to make this a prospecting/exploring trip to some remote far away place between Trona and Death Valley. Found an old pocket mine a few years ago up a steep draw that showed possibilities. This gold mine was worked over 100 years ago and in such a steep remote location, that only the best ore was be taken out by pack string.
Discovered it few years ago and found some nice gold oar that had been pitched onto the dump. One back pack full had crushed out to 4 grams. Made my way back to this lonely place Friday and it seemed nobody had been there since my last visit. Spent the afternoon raking and sorting through the dump. As I had limited means to get it out, I had to choose carefully. Anything that gave a zip-zip and "looked like rotten teeth" went into the oar bag. Sure glad I had my "little mule" along. ]This bike will take me any where I have the balls to point it.
Got back to the truck around dark after a couple near crashes on my over loaded "mule". Made a quick supper, some beers and couple shots of whisky later I was in the sack. Fell asleep in the back of the truck to the sound of the desert wind howling.
Up the next morning, headed for Ridgecrest and pulled into Denny's...........a Grand Slam never tasted so good.
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