"Rocks in My Head:" a Prospector and Miner in the Making (Part 3)

(This is the third post in a series written by guest author Alan Brown of Dahlonega, Georgia. You can contact Alan at: captainal01@yahoo.com)

"Frisbeeing" for Gold

As I watched that oldtimer run his sluice box I vowed to myself right then and there, "That's gonna be me someday." That sluice was all shiny and bright with the sun reflecting off of it and with the water rushing through it just right it may well have been one the coolest things I had ever seen.

After thirty minutes or so of "Frisbeeing" for gold (to no avail, I might add), curiosity got the better of me and out from behind the big boulder I came. As I approached the old guy I guess he just couldn’t resist asking with a huge grin on his face, "So ya doing any good over there?"

I Don’t Know What I’m Looking For

I shook my head and replied, "No sir, I don't believe I am. That is, unless attempting to freeze to death and then drown was what I set out to do here. In that case I’m having one hell of a productive day."

The oldtimer gave me a perplexed look followed by a genuine peal of laughter. "You know," I told him, "I don’t believe I even know what it is I’m looking for." (Sort of a duhhhh moment on my part, don’t you think?)

“Just Keep a Lookin’”

I then follow up this nugget of proof that I must be a complete idiot with the gem, "So what does gold look like anyway?" The old guy scratched his head and then pointed to the wedding band on my left hand and said, "Well son, it looks just like that ring you got there. You’ll know it when it you see it for the first time, so just keep a lookin’…you’re in a good spot behind that big rock."

Wolverine Boots
Dickies Work Clothes

I believe this oldtimer had really been enjoying the "what a greenhorn show" just a little too much, but by that time I’d had enough and it was time to go. The red-faced look of shame and embarrassment playing across my wife's face from the car window above said much the same thing.

So, in a roundabout way that’s how I came to the point of heading down the hill behind my property in Dahlonega with my daughter Caitlin to have a "little look around."

There’s more of Alan’s story to come, so stay tuned.

If you liked this post, you may want to read: “Tips for Running an Efficient Sluice Box (Part 1)”

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