Gold Prospecting: For Better or Worse
It all occurred when Gus and I returned to a remote placer gold area where we had previously found really good gold. The problem was that it would take about an hour to walk through the desert to get to it.
Gold probably is one of the easiest things in the world to cheat an absentee owner out of. He would generally have no way of really knowing if a guy had found 3 nuggets or 30 nuggets on his claim.
On about the fifth time across one of these slopes, and down near the little wash...bam! I found a nice chunk of rock, laced through with gold. Wow! How had I missed this?
Midway into my first tank of gas I was beginning to see color in my sluicebox. Needless to say, I was excited.
…more difficult terrain must be traversed in the hope of locating small pockets, low depressions or small gullies on needle-covered slopes.
I noticed an area which I could crawl through to keep going in a straight line. I got about three feet into the pile and Bob yelled for me to stop…
The catch being was that it was about 60 miles from Anchorage near Hope, and a good four or five-mile hike uphill to the claims.
Australians have told me that emus, being very curious, will pick up and swallow anything shiny or unusual. They say aborigines will kick and pick apart any emu poop they see to check them out for nuggets.
He got out his new salt gun and began searching for the source of the intruder. He soon isolated the sound to a point in the rafters above the stove.
What are they? They are too hard to be lead, and are not tarnished like silver should be.
He could tell that the top part just slid partway down over the bottom half. So, he tried to twist it apart with his hands. No go!
I saw a big brown hind end of what at first I thought was an elk, about 75 yards away. I was standing behind a large tree and stopped and peeked around the tree to see what it was.
We started off excited and enthusiastic as we began hiking up the river, daydreaming about finding big gold.
…I was looking down on what was a frightening 500-foot sheer drop-off. We were precariously close to the edge as the shoulder was practically non-existent.