Another nice haul of chunky gold and a good story to go with it. So pops dropped right into the pickers and abandoned his dig before he should have.
So I'm curious here, did you mine out your spot before going to mine his? I'm going to assume you did, mostly because when Dizzy Digger says
Hell, these days it takes me an hour to to do what most guys can get done in 15 min.
It's not so much an anecdotal footnote as it is, eventually, a guaranteed certainty.
Newbie or not I think more of us have been there than are probably willing to admit it. They say the old timers didn't get it all. Neither will we I'd imagine.
We can be funny creatures of habit, scurrying around this little blue sphere, scratching around here and there with all manner of machines, motivation, matriculation and meticulation. The irony being with all the fore mentioned variance we can still exhibit these similar behaviors, probably stemming from the same curiosity that led us on these endeavors to begin with.
-The following is a brief -or not- account of my first day mining.-
Little more than a handful of years ago, I appeared there next to the creek, greener than the LeTrap sluice and Garret pan I carried. Sure I had done a couple months of armchair prospecting, but not until this day had my boots touched gold bearing gravel.
Hearing a small gas engine purring away just down the creek, I curiously headed that direction. Upon reaching the source of the sound I witnessed a middle aged man shoveling methodically into a high banker of his own design. As I got closer I could see where he had been digging away and processing the shallow overburden that once covered the now spotless bedrock not more than a foot below. He had been working his way down stream several yards for some days I figured, as was evidenced by the numerous tailing piles dotting along the freshly cleaned bedrock.
I introduced myself and immediately without hesitation, he pointed and said "You should dig right there and run that through your sluice, there's decent gold in it ". What he had done, after days of continuous, meticulous work was to stop right there and move his operation 30 yards downstream and a few feet further out on the gravel bar toward the creek.
I screened some material into my tub, set my sluice as best I knew how and started feeding material one small trowel at a time. Sure enough, one trowel after the next I could see little flakes of bright yellow gold reluctantly skidding their way down as they chased the black sand across the slick plate of my green LeTrap sluice. Somewhere between scoop 2 and 3 I decided to buy a dredge.
Some time later he walked over to have a look. Hoping more for knowledge and advice than confirmation, I asked what he thought. His reply, "looks about right". Come end of the day I go over to see how hes done. He had cleaned a good sized area again down to bedrock and had a couple larger flakes, some fines and overall more gold than I managed to sluice though he had processed much more material to get it. He
now knew the material was better where he had mined previous and said as much without reservation.
"I knew what was up there and thought it might be better down here, but it wasn't." I ask him when hes going to mine the spot he abandoned. He says "I'm not, I'm done mining that"
That was my first day mining.
This never made sense to me until a couple years later when I found myself doing the same thing. The scenario might vary but the reason never does.