Lanny in AB
Gold Member
- Apr 2, 2003
- 5,660
- 6,362
- Detector(s) used
- Various Minelabs(5000, 2100, X-Terra 705, Equinox 800, Gold Monster), Falcon MD20, Tesoro Sand Shark, Gold Bug Pro, Makro Gold Racer.
- Primary Interest:
- Prospecting
My annual Christmas prospecting poem.
Way out in the desert, a pokinâ around
Jake spied him a wash where gold might be found
The spot he selected, to stay for a spell,
Was mighty well hidden so no one could tell
That Jake was a lookinâ for gold way out there.
âCause Jake picked his spots with particular care,
As digginâ for goldâs a right risky job
When bandits right sassy are lookinâ to rob.
Well things went quite smoothly for Jake and his mule.
Their life was plumb cozy camped close to that pool
Of water all clear, and cold in its tank,
A solid rock wonder, deep under the bank.
The panninâ was better, the deeper Jake went.
The flakes were a growinâ, he knew what it meant,
That deep in that wash, the bedrock would hold,
Bright nuggets of glorious deserty gold.
The bedrock he struck, at last with his pick,
And checkinâ the cracks he learned mighty quick
That deep in their clutches were nuggets right fat.
A fortune in gold! Well, how about that?
But grub was a waninâ, his coffee was done
So off for supplies found in town did he run.
And clever as always, he hid his dig site,
Then set off for town in the dark of the night.
But, bandits theyâre clever, thatâs how they get by
In town on the lookout, Jakeâs mule they did spy,
And snoopinâ around at the stores in the place,
They figgerâd that Jake bore a true strangerâs face.
And not only that, by the grub and supplies
That Jake was a buyinâ, it opened their eyes!
And sypinâ on Jake for the rest of the day,
They noticed that gold for his goods he did pay.
Well, bandits are schemers, of that thereâs no doubt.
When Jake left that night, they followed him out.
But trackinâ a man in the dark ainât no fun;
And neither is knowinâ that manâs got a gun!
A big bore Sharps rifle was Jakeâs constant friend.
In the war âtween the States, a means to an end
That taught Jake the value of such a fine gun
To send scum and rabble off quick on the run.
Come daybreak, our Jake was up on a rock,
Where quickly he let his Sharps do the talk!
That message delivered, no crook could ignore,
And turninâ their tails, they wanted no more.
So Jake kept on digginâ, a storinâ his wealth.
But digginâ was lonesome, a bane to his health.
A mule for a partner ainât got a good feel!
A gal seemed more like it to sweeten the deal.
So off to the town Jake headed at night
To find him a bride to make his heart right.
By morninâ, heâd made it. Yet where would he look?
But, next Jake just saw her, a totinâ a book.
The town had a school, but needed a marm
And this one was pretty and loaded with charm.
So Jake moseyed over and said, âHowdy do?â
Well love at first sight, in their case was true!
For Jake was well-muscled, and tall with good looks
Like nothinâ the marm had seen in her books!
Out west sheâd embarked to find her a man
And Jake was right perfect to fit with her plan.
The courtinâ was started that very same day
And things went so well, that Jake chose to stay
âCause he and his Jane were a wonderful match.
The town folks approved it, but there was a catch . . .
For bandits a beinâ, the scum that they are,
They kidnapped fair Jane and hid her afar,
Then sent off right quickly a fat ransom note.
Well, here are the words those cold bandits wrote:
âWal, Jake, weâve a captured yor gorgeous girl Jane,
So pack up yer gold, and head for the plain
Where the ancient saguaro that leans can be found,
Or weâll bury your gal mighty deep in the ground.
The bandits theyâd chosen their spot with great care
As flat as a pancake, no place to hide there.
But what they forgot, or they never knew
Was Jake could a injunâ, a hundred percent true!
Apaches had taught him their craft as a kid
And even their best couldnât find where he hid.
So, Jake packed his mule up with fat sacks of gold
And left us this tale, which now must be told.
On that Christmas eve (the day I should say),
Jake worked out the method those bandits would pay.
Theyâd poked them a bear, of that they would know.
His gear gathered up, Jake set off pronto.
With lookinâ glass handy, Jake scouted the spot,
And while he was watchinâ, he had him a thought.
To keep them a guessinâ, heâd take a brief pause
And write out some wishinâ to Old Santy Clause.
âWell Santy, Iâm sure youâve heard of my woes
And since itâs soon Christmas, you know how it goes,
A feller gets wishes for that special day,
But I want just one, and hereâs what Iâll say:
Just please fit within me the skill for the deed
To get back my Jane, thatâs all that Iâll need.
Just one wish, I promise. Thatâs all, it will do.
Just help me to rescue my Jane I love true.â
So off through the desert Jake injunâd that day
To sneak to those bandits, to make them all pay.
Well, Jake set to crawlinâ, for over a mile
His actions so stealthy, theyâd sure make you smile.
His Sharps, it was with him, and so was his Colt.
But dynamite sticks, those heâd packed for a jolt.
He figgerâd to use them on those tenderfeet.
Revenge would be his, and it would be sweet.
Jake crept in right close, so close he could see
His Jane in the shade of an ironwood tree.
Now Jake was a hidin' right there in plain sight
When he lit the fuse on that dynamite.
Those bodies were flyinâ right quick through the air!
The shock of the boominâ was felt everywhere.
The ones that could make it, skedaddled right fast
To distance themselves from the next mighty blast.
So, Santy came through with his wish for our Jake
No wish in the world was better to make.
His woman all rescued, Jake held her with care,
Proposed to her marriage right quick then and there!
The wedding was grand, the town filled with joy.
The bandits were gone, no more to destroy.
Well Jake and his Jane, they knew what to do
And lived out their lives with a love that was true.
And if youâre a thinkinâ that this canât be so
Far out in the desert one night you should go
To seek that saguaro, it's easily found
âCause ghosts sure are hauntinâ that section of ground.
All the best, and Merry Christmas,
Lanny
Way out in the desert, a pokinâ around
Jake spied him a wash where gold might be found
The spot he selected, to stay for a spell,
Was mighty well hidden so no one could tell
That Jake was a lookinâ for gold way out there.
âCause Jake picked his spots with particular care,
As digginâ for goldâs a right risky job
When bandits right sassy are lookinâ to rob.
Well things went quite smoothly for Jake and his mule.
Their life was plumb cozy camped close to that pool
Of water all clear, and cold in its tank,
A solid rock wonder, deep under the bank.
The panninâ was better, the deeper Jake went.
The flakes were a growinâ, he knew what it meant,
That deep in that wash, the bedrock would hold,
Bright nuggets of glorious deserty gold.
The bedrock he struck, at last with his pick,
And checkinâ the cracks he learned mighty quick
That deep in their clutches were nuggets right fat.
A fortune in gold! Well, how about that?
But grub was a waninâ, his coffee was done
So off for supplies found in town did he run.
And clever as always, he hid his dig site,
Then set off for town in the dark of the night.
But, bandits theyâre clever, thatâs how they get by
In town on the lookout, Jakeâs mule they did spy,
And snoopinâ around at the stores in the place,
They figgerâd that Jake bore a true strangerâs face.
And not only that, by the grub and supplies
That Jake was a buyinâ, it opened their eyes!
And sypinâ on Jake for the rest of the day,
They noticed that gold for his goods he did pay.
Well, bandits are schemers, of that thereâs no doubt.
When Jake left that night, they followed him out.
But trackinâ a man in the dark ainât no fun;
And neither is knowinâ that manâs got a gun!
A big bore Sharps rifle was Jakeâs constant friend.
In the war âtween the States, a means to an end
That taught Jake the value of such a fine gun
To send scum and rabble off quick on the run.
Come daybreak, our Jake was up on a rock,
Where quickly he let his Sharps do the talk!
That message delivered, no crook could ignore,
And turninâ their tails, they wanted no more.
So Jake kept on digginâ, a storinâ his wealth.
But digginâ was lonesome, a bane to his health.
A mule for a partner ainât got a good feel!
A gal seemed more like it to sweeten the deal.
So off to the town Jake headed at night
To find him a bride to make his heart right.
By morninâ, heâd made it. Yet where would he look?
But, next Jake just saw her, a totinâ a book.
The town had a school, but needed a marm
And this one was pretty and loaded with charm.
So Jake moseyed over and said, âHowdy do?â
Well love at first sight, in their case was true!
For Jake was well-muscled, and tall with good looks
Like nothinâ the marm had seen in her books!
Out west sheâd embarked to find her a man
And Jake was right perfect to fit with her plan.
The courtinâ was started that very same day
And things went so well, that Jake chose to stay
âCause he and his Jane were a wonderful match.
The town folks approved it, but there was a catch . . .
For bandits a beinâ, the scum that they are,
They kidnapped fair Jane and hid her afar,
Then sent off right quickly a fat ransom note.
Well, here are the words those cold bandits wrote:
âWal, Jake, weâve a captured yor gorgeous girl Jane,
So pack up yer gold, and head for the plain
Where the ancient saguaro that leans can be found,
Or weâll bury your gal mighty deep in the ground.
The bandits theyâd chosen their spot with great care
As flat as a pancake, no place to hide there.
But what they forgot, or they never knew
Was Jake could a injunâ, a hundred percent true!
Apaches had taught him their craft as a kid
And even their best couldnât find where he hid.
So, Jake packed his mule up with fat sacks of gold
And left us this tale, which now must be told.
On that Christmas eve (the day I should say),
Jake worked out the method those bandits would pay.
Theyâd poked them a bear, of that they would know.
His gear gathered up, Jake set off pronto.
With lookinâ glass handy, Jake scouted the spot,
And while he was watchinâ, he had him a thought.
To keep them a guessinâ, heâd take a brief pause
And write out some wishinâ to Old Santy Clause.
âWell Santy, Iâm sure youâve heard of my woes
And since itâs soon Christmas, you know how it goes,
A feller gets wishes for that special day,
But I want just one, and hereâs what Iâll say:
Just please fit within me the skill for the deed
To get back my Jane, thatâs all that Iâll need.
Just one wish, I promise. Thatâs all, it will do.
Just help me to rescue my Jane I love true.â
So off through the desert Jake injunâd that day
To sneak to those bandits, to make them all pay.
Well, Jake set to crawlinâ, for over a mile
His actions so stealthy, theyâd sure make you smile.
His Sharps, it was with him, and so was his Colt.
But dynamite sticks, those heâd packed for a jolt.
He figgerâd to use them on those tenderfeet.
Revenge would be his, and it would be sweet.
Jake crept in right close, so close he could see
His Jane in the shade of an ironwood tree.
Now Jake was a hidin' right there in plain sight
When he lit the fuse on that dynamite.
Those bodies were flyinâ right quick through the air!
The shock of the boominâ was felt everywhere.
The ones that could make it, skedaddled right fast
To distance themselves from the next mighty blast.
So, Santy came through with his wish for our Jake
No wish in the world was better to make.
His woman all rescued, Jake held her with care,
Proposed to her marriage right quick then and there!
The wedding was grand, the town filled with joy.
The bandits were gone, no more to destroy.
Well Jake and his Jane, they knew what to do
And lived out their lives with a love that was true.
And if youâre a thinkinâ that this canât be so
Far out in the desert one night you should go
To seek that saguaro, it's easily found
âCause ghosts sure are hauntinâ that section of ground.
All the best, and Merry Christmas,
Lanny
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