Bedrock and Gold: The mysteries . . .

Lanny in AB

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Do you love to chase the gold? Please join me--lots of gold hunting tips, stories of finds (successful and not), and prospecting poetry.

Nugget in the bedrock tip:

I had a visit with a mining buddy this past weekend, and he told me of an epic battle to get a nugget out of the bedrock, and of what he learned from the experience. I thought some of you might like to learn from his mistake.

While out detecting one day, he came across a large sheet of bare bedrock. The bedrock was exposed because the area had been blasted off with a water cannon (a monitor), by the old-timers! It was not fractured bedrock, in fact it was totally smooth.

He was not optimistic at all of the prospects of a nugget. But, for some reason (we've all been there) he decided to swing his detector over that bedrock. After a long time, just as he was about to give up on his crazy hunch, he got a signal, right out of that smooth bedrock.

There was no crevice, no sign of a crevice, nada! So, he had to go all the way back to camp to get a small sledge and a chisel. The signal in the rock intrigued him, but he still wasn't overly optimistic. For those of you that have chased signals in a similar situation, sometimes there's a patch of hot mineralization in the bedrock that sounds off, but this spot, according to him, was sharp and clear right in the middle of the signal, not just a general increase of the threshold like you get when you pass over a hot spot in the bedrock.

Anyway, he made it back to the spot and started to chisel his way into the bedrock. If any of you have tried this, it's an awful job, and you usually wind up with cut knuckles--at the least! Regardless, he kept fighting his way down, busting out chunks of bedrock. He kept checking the hole, and the signal remained very strong.

This only puzzled him all the more as he could clearly see that it was solid bedrock with no sign of any crevice. He finally quit at the end of the day, at a depth of about a foot, but still, nothing in the hole.

An experienced nugget shooting friend dropped by the next morning to see him, and asked him how the hunt was going. My buddy related his tale of the mysterious hole in the bedrock, and told the friend to go over and check it out, and see if he could solve the riddle.

Later in the day, the other nugget hunter returned. In his hand was a fine, fat, sassy nugget. It weighed in at about an ounce and a quarter! After my friend returned his eyeballs to their sockets and zapped his heart to start it again, he asked where the nugget had come from.

Imagine his surprise when he heard it came from the mystery hole!! He asked how deep the other guy had gone into the bedrock to get it. "Well, no deeper" was his reply.

So, here's the rest of the story as to what happened. When the successful nugget hunter got to the bedrock, he scanned the surface got the same strong signal as my buddy. He widened out the hole and scanned again. Still a solid tone. He widened the hole some more so he could get his coil in, and here's the key and the lesson in this story, he got a strong signal off the side of the hole, about six inches down, but set back another inch into the side of the bedrock!!

My unlucky friend, the true discoverer of the gorgeous nugget's resting place had gone deep past the signal while digging his hole!!

Now, of course, a good pinpointer would easily solve this problem. The problem was, my buddy didn't have one, so why would he widen the hole, right? Well, the other guy was the one with more experience, and that's why he did. It was a lot more work, but what a payoff!

So, my buddy's butt is still black and blue from where he kicked himself for the next week or so for having lost such an incredible prize.

Some nugget hunting lessons are harder than others to learn. . . .

All the best,

Lanny


P.S. When in gold country--check the bedrock, regardless of whether it looks likely or not! Mother Nature likes to play games sometimes.

 

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Hey Eagle--I had a good chuckle at your response--glad you've got such a fine sense of humor.

There's a bunch of truth in the story of the bugs--my partner really didn't want to use any bug dope. He really did think it was only for soft people, not essential for the hardened, tough, hardy brand of prospector. But, after those blackflies went down the front of his jacket, and made a red mass out of his former normal-looking chest, he'd spray up until it dripped off his nose!! Now, that's way too much overkill (in every way), but that's how much those bites were driving him insane. And, he didn't want anything to do with them anymore. Seriously, unless you've been bitten by them, it's very hard to describe how horrendous the itching is and how long it lasts (if untreated, several weeks of the itchies can be the result). It's quite readily counteracted, if you know you've been bitten (remember the anesthestic properties of their bite) by using a commercial ammonia solution called "After Bite", which will quickly neutralize the toxin in their bite. But if you don't have any, which we didn't, it's unimaginable when both legs from the ankle to the knee are a solid network of purple welts. Moreover, when they bite, they saw open a hole that bleeds. I don't miss them one bit--no sir!

All the best Eagle--keep soaring with your wonderful writings and tips,

Lanny
 

Fortunately, I've never encountered "black-flies", though I can imagine what they must be like. Especially after reading your humorous/distressing story. Kinda made me feel sorry for the dope, er, partner. :laughing7:

On the other hand, I have had some epic spinning battles with thirsty droves of deer flies. Every year, around the middle of June, vast clouds of them would come through my camp. For about 15 or 20 minutes it would be a toss-up as to whether or not that I would survive the onslaught, then, as suddenly as they came, they'd disappear. I'd be staggering around in a daze for awhile, then just about the time I had regained my balance, another famished swarm would come through. I definately got no respect. :laughing9: :laughing9:

Eagle
 

Lanny what great story....sad but very true.....those darn varments( any kind that bite) always seem to find me, nobody else, just me??? (ticks are my fav)
But as far as your story, you got me and the wife rolling on the floor.
Hefty
 

EagleDown said:
Fortunately, I've never encountered "black-flies", though I can imagine what they must be like. Especially after reading your humorous/distressing story. Kinda made me feel sorry for the dope, er, partner. :laughing7:

On the other hand, I have had some epic spinning battles with thirsty droves of deer flies. Every year, around the middle of June, vast clouds of them would come through my camp. For about 15 or 20 minutes it would be a toss-up as to whether or not that I would survive the onslaught, then, as suddenly as they came, they'd disappear. I'd be staggering around in a daze for awhile, then just about the time I had regained my balance, another famished swarm would come through. I definately got no respect. :laughing9: :laughing9:

Eagle

If you have the same deer flies that we have--they are zero fun sir! I can relate to what you're talking about. Those nasties will take a chunk out of you! No respect is there moto.

All the best,

Lanny
 

Hefty1 said:
Lanny what great story....sad but very true.....those darn varments( any kind that bite) always seem to find me, nobody else, just me??? (ticks are my fav)
But as far as your story, you got me and the wife rolling on the floor.
Hefty

Thank you Hefty (and your wife too) for your kindness about the story--I'm glad you enjoyed it. I had fun putting that one together, and, yes, I can laugh about it now, but it was awful meeting those bugs first-hand.

All the best,

Lanny
 

SushiDog said:
Lanny...check your email and PM's from me....SushiDog

Sushi--thanks so much for the email--it was very kind. I sent you an update.

All the best,

Lanny
 

You're welcome Lanny.....please answer my last PM....sent a few seconds ago....SushiDog
 

SushiDog said:
You're welcome Lanny.....please answer my last PM....sent a few seconds ago....SushiDog

Sushi--I hope we've got the whole email thing sorted out,

Lanny
 

Great humor there Lanny, thanks.
We have a nasty little biting insect here referred to as a sand fly, it is black in color and very like a flying flea. My area of the country is infamous for them, but the further south you go the bigger and hungrier they get. On overcast muggy days they attack in swarms, just about driving people nuts.
The story goes that 2 of the more aggressive ones had killed a deer and were about to eat it, when one suggested flying it down south to the fiord's to eat it on the beach. The other vetoed the plan saying, "no way, the big ones down there will take it off us."
Hope you're keeping warm away up north there. Nuggy
 

Nuggy--I got a chuckle out of your bug tale, and I've been attacked by sand fleas in the Caribbean--no fun, that's for sure.

I hope you're enjoying your warm weather and that you're getting out as often as you can.

All the best,

Lanny
 

Good morning Hefty--a golden day to you too!

All the best,

Lanny
 

Thanks Lanny.....no :icon_sunny: today yet. >:(

Hey Sushi......you all packed and ready to go??? Dont forget, as Lanny would say, your first line of Defence.........DEET!!! Cause this is the kind of weather my favs(ticks) are out in full force.

Hefty
 

(Alder Gulch, Virginia City Montana is where I first got bit! I penned these lines in memory of that fateful day.)

The Alder Gulch Virus

In days gone by, when just a lad
My sister’s spouse did somethin’ bad
He took me to a town of ghosts,
The hills yet staked with claimin' posts

The rocker boxes sit there still,
With flumes and sluices on the hill.
The Gurdy girls ain't no more there,
Nor Sourdoughs--the town she's bare.

Montana's queen of golden dreams
Where diggers dug from magic streams,
Where Plummer robbed and ruled his town
‘Til vigilantes brought him down.

But ‘tain’t the focus of this tale,
A germ was loosed within that vale,
An ill struck me from that exposure,
And now my life can have no closure.

A bug bit me that fateful day,
It’s bite took hold, it’s here to stay.
It ain’t no good to take a pill,
There ain't no cure for this here ill.

What ill is that, you’re wont to say,
That carries men and gals away?
Why—fever golden, through and through!
“Tis stronger than a witche’s brew.

I’ve tried to kick it, yes I done,
But dang, that fever’s always won.
It’s always there around the bend,
On up the crick to canyon’s end,

And o’er that rise right over yonder,
Where gold should be, I’ll often ponder.
A double curse this blasted plague,
Of that I'm certain, never vague.

Why should I cure it? Shucks to heck,
There’s tougher ways to stretch one’s neck!
Like booze and parties, speed and weed;
There’s wrath and lust—there’s pride and greed.

Well durn it all, I’ve thought about
Until I’ve figured this all out.
It ain’t the gold that got me hooked
It’s lookin’ fer that’s got me cooked!

All the best,

Lanny
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Hi Hefty.....yeah....I'm ready to giddy-up tomorrow (smile).....are those little critters still out this time of year? ***Lanny, you write some good stuff! Really enjoyed the "ode" you wrote.....SushiDog
 

Lanny....IF Hefty wants to post our endeavors and escapades at the claim, do you want us to do so on your thread? Or, would you like us to start a new thread? I am comfortable with anything you guys decide....I just want to be courteous, and would like to have some direction.....well....you know what I mean.....SushiDog
 

Sushi--thanks for your nice words about my writings--I try to go easy on the poetry--only a little bit every once in a while.

If you'd like to post some stuff here, that would be great--I'm sure there's a lot of expert folk that can help you two try to solve the riddles of that claim. You'll most likely get some great ideas that way. If you get to the point where you want to start your own thread, then people will already know what you're about and they'll just keep right on helping you. I'd be honored to have the pictures of your mining adventure posted here.

All the best,

Lanny
 

Lanny....you're a stand up guy, and I sure was hoping we could use your thread here....that will be great! Doesn't hurt for some guidance and permission, right? I sure Hefty will be pleased, and I will LQQK to him for guidance as well....SushiDog
 

Lanny that poem was great........and the end is right on the money....looking for it is what makes it.
Cause once you found it, after a little heart pounding, the hunt for the next one is on. :icon_sunny:

Hefty
 

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