Getting richer panning for gold

4:30 AM came early for this would be prospector. But I arose, made some strong coffee, and tried to wake up while catching up on the overnight posts at TFMR.  I crawled in my truck, which had been loaded with shovels and buckets and rubber boots the night before, and headed south to the Goldfields near Prescott AZ. After a 2 Hour drive, I met one of my buddies, we’ll call him “Stumpy” to protect his innocence. (that him on the right and your's truly on the left) He’d been the best man at my wedding 30 years prior, and currently lives in North Carolina, posting pics on Facebook of gold he panned in the outback just to taunt me. He flew in a couple days earlier to spend a week with his aging parents and we planned this prospecting trip to get rich.

We drove up to a well-known gold panning area called Lynx Creek. To our horror, we learned that the National Park service has banned the use of sluices or other mechanized means of extracting the shiny yellow stuff from the creek. Shovels and pans it was!

Our spot was only 5 miles away from rampant civilization-- not what you can really call the outback. After observing the area, I noticed extensive areas where the old river rock was piled 30 feet away from the creek bed on each side. Trees & bushes had grown in among the piles of rock. To the untrained eye it just looked like a nice little creek. But from my skilled perspective, gained by looking at lots and lots of pictures in books, and having my dad point out the aftermath of dredging operations in Colorado when I was a kid, and knowing what an un-dredged creek was supposed to look like, I knew this entire creek bed, from the lake to its source, had been overturned, classified, and sluiced by heavy equipment around the turn-of-the-century. No doubt the big nuggets were gone. But we had hope of finding little ones which had recently washed into the creek during the monsoon flooding.

So we got to work.

First thing we did was to find a large trapezoid-shaped bedrock fragment about 2 feet above the water level. We grabbed my 6 foot long iron pry-bar, a trenching shovel, and a couple of 2x6 boards and after 30 minutes of digging, prying, and huffing, we flopped that thing over on its side. Then we greedily dug into the mud underneath it (Stumpy said "Dude! Use the shovel, not your hands.") figuring nobody’s turned that boulder over since the old mining days and there must be ninety years of gold dust and little nuggets snuggled into the mud around and under its base.

Stumpy is an old hand at this. He took the first shovel full of mud and started panning through it. He could pan three times as fast as I could, a fact I figured out before the day was half over. After about five minutes he exclaimed, “Denied!” and slung the slurry of sand out of his pan. We dug deeper. Denied it again. And again, and again. He was quite disappointed to find nothing there.

Next we started turning over rocks in the middle of the creek. Denied again. This caused Stumpy to pause and think about where to dig next. He took a walk up the creek while I made the acquaintance of “Pauline”  who had parked next our trucks and was panning downstream from us. She was about our age, independently wealthy I suspect, and spent her days traveling around, camping, and panning wherever the Spirit led her. The three of us became fast friends that day.

Upon Stumpy’s advice, we moved our panning upstream a little ways to a “low-pressure” area where the water was still, downstream just below some rapids where and creek took a slight turn. We figured any gold washing down that creek during a flood tended to settle on the outside edge of the turn below the rapids. Other people must’ve figured the same thing because there were several holes dug into the bank.

We started digging deeper in one of those holes. Stumpy finally said, I got one. I quickly stumbled over to see it, navigating the big slippery rocks in my clumsy rubber boots. By golly, he did have one there. I resisted the urge to shout “Eureka” at the top of my voice, knowing that could attract the wrong kind of people over. You know the kind—they wear nice suits, like to look through your financial records, work in fancy buildings, and have suckers for their clients.

So I shifted my fruitless digging operation over next to Stumpy. We dug and panned together underneath the row of aspen trees in the shade, with clear water babbling around stones while the monsoon storm blocked out the hot sun and thundered in the distance. We chatted about life, old times, and the future. A gentle drizzle cooled us off as we panned at one point. The blue sky was visible in places along the edge of the storm over our heads. The heart of the storm remained over the mountains all day, a few miles to the south, keeping us cool without the drenching. We stopped for a crude lunch of sourdough bread and fine cheese (Stumpy was a chef earlier in his career). Our neighbor Pauline came over for lunch and we had a nice chat. Life is good!

We both concluded that the original prospectors out West were NOT the old grizzled fellows you see in movies, wearing their hats sideways and stooped over. They were young, strong men and women who worked their arses off every day, prospecting their way up a creek towards a prospective gold source, hoping to hit paydirt, stake a claim, and work their way to wealth with a productive mine. Did you know that a woman, Pauline Weaver, found the site at “Rich Hill” in the western Arizona desert, a site that yielded a half million in gold (when it was $35 per ounce) in the first five years, a site with an area called “The Potato Patch” at the top of the hill? I don't need to tell you why they called it that.

We got back to work and continued to dig that hole in the side of the bank even deeper, getting down to old creek-bed gravel under the mud where we found more and more gold. Each pan-full was productive.

But, alas! Our biggest nuggets were merely flakes. The total value of our haul was probably equal to a Buffalo nickel. The most valuable thing we found was a nice green goldpan that some frustrated miner had probably thrown in the creek in disgust. I used that one the rest of the day since it was nicer than my other one.

At 3 PM we called it a day, picked up our mining operation, and Stumpy gave me all the gold we had found. Pauline stopped by for another chat and we discussed other spots that might be productive. We were both sore and exhausted from digging, stumbling over wet rocks in the creek all day, swishing those pans round and round. Stumpy asked me how I felt and I responded with the need for painkillers. He said “Welcome to your 60s, dude.” I pointed out that I was merely 59 he needed to restrain himself from such comments until next year.

We said our goodbyes and drove away.

I had some time to reflect on my drive home and rewarded with a stunning sunset that divinely confirmed my thoughts. Given our meager findings after very hard day’s work, I’m going to change my prospecting methods. I’m now in the market for a couple of good metal detectors. And I already have a spot picked out a half-mile down the mountain from two different gold mines where three dry washes conjoin into a single larger wash that levels out into the gently sloping plain down to the highway. Those dry washes have never been sluiced & dredged. The water only flows during floods. They just gotta be full of nuggets.

So I can see Stumpy and I, and maybe our wives also this time, or maybe with you, fellow turdite, sweeping our high-tech detectors across the sand and gravel of dry washes in the cool winter air of central Arizona, watching the clouds, talking, digging up the hotspots, and maybe, just maybe, finding nuggets, which we will make into jewelry to adorn those we love. Then, well have a nice dinner on an outdoor patio in a restaurant nearby and sip fine wine and craft beers while watching an Arizona Sunset put on its nightly show. Yes, we'll get richer, panning for fun, deepening friendships and enjoying nature together, knowing full well that the better way to obtain gold is to make money while the economy is holding together and visit the LCS regularly. 

Sunset from I-17 south of Flagstaff AZ, 8-17-18

21 Comments

SquibLoad's picture

Good Morning Dr.J!

For less than the cost of some shovels and pans you could have discovered some practically free silver from the LCS mine. You'll even find it there in coined form! laugh

Sounds like a great day. You got dirty and rediscovered, once again, why you and “Stumpy” have been friends for so long. We should all be so lucky. Thanks for sharing!

NW VIEW's picture

Dr. J. and getting rich!

 Oh what a great gold panning story, thanks.   The enterprise had a very poor cap rate for you.   The gold being worth about a nickel/cost of being a seeker =  about a 0.00001 return. 

I had even a far worse return, long ago, when I was about 10.   The next door neighbor girl, about 8, and I decided that we would become rich that summer. We knew that there were buyers for dried cascara bark, and we knew that there were thousands of cascara trees in our area.  We teamed up, like you and your friend, knowing that we would split the big bucks and spend it on candy at the local stores. 

We pealed the trees, dried the bark, filled the large burlap bags, and had her dad take it to the dealers. When he returned, not a penny for us, smiling from ear to ear, and said "you two pealed alder and not cascara."  Therefore Dr. J., my cap rate was ZERO.     Jim   (p.s.:  My new home, has a ton of real cascara trees in the green belt, behind the house.  I am tempted to get out my skinning knife and you will try again with your empty pan). 

mike97's picture

Good story Dr.J

Enjoyed your story and you convinced me to go panning at the lcs.

november4's picture

yard sale panning

Panning for silver and gold at yard sales, Goodwill and Salvation Army surplus stores, consignment stores, and flea markets, among other such places, may be more fruitful and cost effective than panning for gold in streams.   Few people are truly expert in determining the difference between real silver and silver-looking pieces of jewelry and other such items and  store  managers often fail to detect and price them accordingly.   Panning in the larger stores, like Goodwill, means an early start, for there are collectors who pan daily and look for newly placed items each morning.   One question I have for someone here:  Fine pottery a century ago and less was occasionally gilded with gold leaf.  I found a small cup recently whose entire interior was gilded.  cost: 25 cents.  Surely the gold leaf, however minute in quantity in that cup, was worth far more than 25 cents. But can the gold leaf be easily extracted from the pottery?   

argentus maximus's picture

Hi Dr J It's nice to read of

Hi Dr J

It's nice to read of your day out panning. Better luck next time!

I got out for some of that fine activity myself yesterday. Good company, great surroundings, and a workout included too. the gold? Got some but you'd be doing well to see the superfines we recovered without a loupe.

However, there's always the next trip tp plan and anticipate.

Ned Braden's picture

Stumpy......

Exactly how did he acquire this moniker, Dr. J ?

Boggs's picture

Great story

You are a very gifted writer and I always enjoy reading your life experiences.

Dr Jerome's picture

Stumpy?

Sounded like an old prospectors name to  me. And, as you can tell from the pic, he is short and very, very stout.

infometron's picture

Said the mucker to the digger...

Gold! A bit flakey, but pure gold, I say!

And when it comes to TFMR, yer definitely an “old fart”!

Thanks again, Dr J, for yet another delightful scree!

marchas45's picture

LOL Dr Jerome

Reminds me of my prospecting days I WAS going to do in my stream, New pans, vials and all new equipment which I still have in the garage never used and all those videos I watched learning how to do it (which I  have forgotten already) damn I need to get out there and check before all the gold is washed away. laughlaughlaugh Hope you had a fun day Doc. Keep Stacking

Ferd Torgerson's picture

Well Done, Dr. Jerome

Always welcome your reflections and stories.  You don’t just post comments – you post literature.

I got bitten by the gold bug in 1980 after reading J. Frank Dobie’s “Coronado’s Children”.  Dobie was a famous Texas writer who gave up a career as a college professor (sound familiar?) to become a writer.  His life story is interesting in itself.  One of the stories in “Coronado’s Children” was about the lost Ben Sublett mine.  Below is a link to just one of many stories about the Sublett mine in the Guadalupe Mountains of Texas.

http://www.findgoldprospecting.com/the-secret-gold-in-the-guadalupes/

Long story short, I never thought about panning for gold.  Too much hard work.  My aim was to find metals using a metal detector.  In 1980 I bought a top of the line detector from Garrett Electronics.  They’re still in business.  In speaking with the company a few years ago, they said mine was still one of their best ever models.

Took it out a few times. Denied, denied, denied to use your term.   Not the fault of the detector.  I wasn’t looking in the best places because there were no best places nearby.  If you can get easily to old ghost towns or to the former schools or saloons of a hundred years or more, a good metal detector might be a worthwhile investment. The wooden floors of old schools and saloons of the late 1800’s and early 1900’s often had gaps between the planks that would allow gold and silver coins to slip through when dropped.  Kids dropped lunch money and drinkers dropped their gold coins which slipped through the cracks.

I’m getting up in years now but once I finish the current (and final) engagement that I’m working on, I may just fire up the metal detector one last time and have a final go.   If you ever decide to go detecting, let me know and I’ll see if I can get a permission slip from the Missus to join you in some foolhardy venture.  (She worries nowadays that I’m heading for a stroke or heart attack just from pulling weeds in the flower beds for more than 30 minutes).

If you decide to go out on your own, watch for snakes.  Not the banker kind - the venomous kind.

All the best.

Ferd

Wizdum's picture

fun day

playin in the mud

sweet

-wiz

Markedtofuture's picture

Hurricane Lane COULD make Hawaii Landfall - TALL Typhoon in West

Ronnie 666's picture

Who is this Guy ?

While Turd was away sunning himself I was left looking for info which normally he posts for us. I came across this YouTube site and if you can stomach the monotone he is clearly vey angry. Not at the Cartel but at the alternate metals experts especially David Morgan. I have seen his postings before but never listened to them. He must be related to Sister. Certainly in the no manipulation ever camp. 

This is his previous rant 

Ronnie 666's picture

Sorry wrong way around

the second video is first 

StevenBHorse's picture

Metal Detectors

Are prohibited from National Parks and most state parks.  I would check before you bring one in.

Now they will let you set up a sluice box in Cherokee National Forest (TN/NC) but you need a permit to do that (its free)

Just an FYI, wouldn't want your next post to be the pen.

Dr Jerome's picture

love the stories... and advice ...

Steven B Horse,  Thanks. My buddy was telling me that the Park service will also confiscate all your equipment and the truck you brought it in. 

Ferd, I'd be honored to go detecting with you. My wife and I have been debating the quality vs price of equipment. She opines that price has dropped while quality has risen, just like with other technologies.

WingsofGold's picture

Doc

Enjoyed the tale, as I do all your posts. thanks

having done a little panning, it sure makes you wish Black Sand was valuable.

Lemming's picture

Detector Madness

I remember dad building a double box metal detector from plans back in the 60's. Later he acquired a store bought Whites, top of the line at the time. Never found anything but bottle caps and beer cans with either one, but had a lot of fun trying.  Detecting or panning is not about making money after all, no more than hunting is about saving on your meat bill.

The old Whites detector is fairly useless by today's standards, not nearly as discriminating as the newer ones, and can't tell you the difference between ferrous and non-ferrous, (beer cans and gold nuggets).

I've spent considerable time trying to figure out how to avoid paying $5,500 for a new Minelab. A good used Goldbug for $500 appears to be as good as any at locating tiny nuggets near the surface, so that's one possibility.

The guys that prospect over at Quartzite, Az say that if you intend to actually find gold, spend the $5,500. The ground at Quartzite has been gone over so many times that only the best, newest detectors can find gold in these worked over areas. Each new iteration of detector opens up old ground for prospecting again. If you are going to put in the time, the higher price is justified in terms of what you find.

For some reason my ex never could comprehend that prospecting wasn't about making money. Some women just can't seem to comprehend the efficacy of emptying new beer cans so that future prospectors will have something to find.

chrtoo's picture

Great Post!

Thanks Doctor J.

Shared with a couple of friends and suggested they give it a try!

CHR.

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