Gold Prospecting: For Better or Worse
At first we decided to see what the flat by our camp would produce where the old-timers had worked it with their Pelton wheel and dragline buckets.
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.
The sound got quiet when the fuse burned down into the clay. I waited, and waited…
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.
…being sneaky, I filled in the hole, and buried therein some trash items that I had previously found, just to discourage any other detectorist that might come along.
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 learned the next day that I was not the only one that had crossed paths with a bear. Dick told us about his harrowing experience from the previous night.
We started off excited and enthusiastic as we began hiking up the river, daydreaming about finding big gold.
If you have done any hiking in rough terrain you are well aware that going down a slope is much more difficult and dangerous than climbing it.
My brother Darryl and I had not had a prospecting adventure since January and we wanted to try out our new drywasher, so we decided to go for the weekend and check out some claims near Barstow…
My right rib cage took the brunt of the blow from the fall, which left me feeling partially paralyzed and in immense pain.
Because waiting for spring seemed to be taking forever, my 15-year-old granddaughter Grace and I decided to pan for gold sooner. The thought was…even if we did not find any gold, we would set a new record for absurdity—gold panning in the coldest weather!
Saturday came and it looked to have the makings of a dreary, misty day. Undaunted, I loaded my truck with my sluice, buckets and gear, and headed for the claim.
Making matters worse, we could feel the truck moving very slowly down the mountain along with the trees and mud. It was an uncomfortable sinking feeling, as you might guess.