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Happy Anniversary. I bought me a detector a few yrs back. Still aint figured out how to use it lol. I dont even know where I hid it now.

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Thank you Dawg for kind words . I'm gettin ready to come to Ga . sometime and take you prospecting .

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Originally posted by chuck west
Today was my wife and myself's wedding anniversary and she ordered me a Mine Lab metal detector ,, now that is what I call love , I think ,lol

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Never thought about panning gold in PA. A couple of yrs ago at our 40th class reunion, a guy mentioned it was one of his hobbies, but when I asked him where he found it, he just smiled. Just read that someone posyed on another site that they found some near Oil City, that's about 26 miles from here....may have to ck into it.

Here is a couple of links to Pa.gold , I've met a few guys from Pa. at my home chapter in Ohio . I hope it helps you a little on your hunt . Good Luck !!

http://www.goldrushnuggets.com/whtofigo.html

http://www.goldinpa.com/

http://pa-gold.com/faq.shtml

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Thanks for the info.

Done a little panning today and all I got to show for it is a sore wrist and my eyes went crossed ,,,,,skunked !!

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Sorry to hear to didn't get rich today I talked to friends over Memorial Day that know a guy from Mercer that pans where they ride. I asked them to see if he'd let us go with him sometime...they said "you gotta be kidding" Sometimes my friends suck.

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Originally posted by Rex Ridge
Sorry to hear to didn't get rich today I talked to friends over Memorial Day that know a guy from Mercer that pans where they ride. I asked them to see if he'd let us go with him sometime...they said "you gotta be kidding" Sometimes my friends suck.

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Well today I'm going to try something new to me . My wife bought me a metal detector ,so now I'm reading how to set this thing up,lol

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The Old Prospector has hit a nice little pay streak ,lol, any of you guys finding any color ??

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Well off to the panning tub.

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I think your the only real gold hunter here. I believe the indians dug all mine up and hid it before they were banished from here

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I did manage to pan some yesterday before having the picnic/cookout . I got one nice picker yesterday about the size of a BB shot ,makes a nice little plunk sound when you drop it into the gold pan ,happy sound ,,,,Happy face !!

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Ga Dawg ,I sent you a pic of what came out of a bag of paver stone sand ,,,,lol,,unreal !! My wife said we need to go get a couple of more bags .

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Heres the gold. Dang. How much is that? Where do I buy some of that?

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Michael Ghorley

I was trying to strike it rich at the casino this wkend...u did much better than I did.

Dawg ,that came from a bag of paver block sand/filler, the brand name is color scape . All I know about it is my wife came home with 3 bags that someone gave her at a yard sale ,lol, no lie . I put 2 bags in the bed of my other pickup and they were still there when I traded that truck in for my new one,,,SSOoo the joke is on ol Chuck for letting those 2 other bags go to someone else,may have to see if I can get my sand bags back,,,lol



So like I say the good stuff is still out there ,just gotta figure where ,lol????

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Originally posted by GA DAWG
Heres the gold. Dang. How much is that? Where do I buy some of that?

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Maybe I will get the detector out today and play with it some .

How many detector swingers out there ?

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The Spell of Yukon


BY ROBERT W. SERVICE
I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it— 
Came out with a fortune last fall,—
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn’t all.

No! There’s the land. (Have you seen it?)
It’s the cussedest land that I know,
From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it
To the deep, deathlike valleys below.
Some say God was tired when He made it;
Some say it’s a fine land to shun;
Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it
For no land on earth—and I’m one.

You come to get rich (****ed good reason);
You feel like an exile at first;
You hate it like hell for a season,
And then you are worse than the worst.
It grips you like some kinds of sinning;
It twists you from foe to a friend;
It seems it’s been since the beginning;
It seems it will be to the end.

I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow
That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim;
I’ve watched the big, husky sun wallow
In crimson and gold, and grow dim,
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;
And I’ve thought that I surely was dreaming,
With the peace o’ the world piled on top.

The summer—no sweeter was ever;
The sunshiny woods all athrill;
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness—
O God! how I’m stuck on it all.

The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows and finds you,
The silence that bludgeons you dumb.
The snows that are older than history,
The woods where the weird shadows slant;
The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
I’ve bade ’em good-by—but I can’t.

There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There’s a land—oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back—and I will.

They’re making my money diminish;
I’m sick of the taste of champagne.
Thank God! when I’m skinned to a finish
I’ll pike to the Yukon again.
I’ll fight—and you bet it’s no sham-fight;
It’s hell!—but I’ve been there before;
And it’s better than this by a damsite—
So me for the Yukon once more.

There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;
It’s luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting
So much as just finding the gold.
It’s the great, big, broad land ’way up yonder,
It’s the forests where silence has lease;
It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.
BY ROBERT W. SERVICE
I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it— 
Came out with a fortune last fall,—
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn’t all.

No! There’s the land. (Have you seen it?)
It’s the cussedest land that I know,
From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it
To the deep, deathlike valleys below.
Some say God was tired when He made it;
Some say it’s a fine land to shun;
Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it
For no land on earth—and I’m one.

You come to get rich (****ed good reason);
You feel like an exile at first;
You hate it like hell for a season,
And then you are worse than the worst.
It grips you like some kinds of sinning;
It twists you from foe to a friend;
It seems it’s been since the beginning;
It seems it will be to the end.

I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow
That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim;
I’ve watched the big, husky sun wallow
In crimson and gold, and grow dim,
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;
And I’ve thought that I surely was dreaming,
With the peace o’ the world piled on top.

The summer—no sweeter was ever;
The sunshiny woods all athrill;
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness—
O God! how I’m stuck on it all.

The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows and finds you,
The silence that bludgeons you dumb.
The snows that are older than history,
The woods where the weird shadows slant;
The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
I’ve bade ’em good-by—but I can’t.

There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There’s a land—oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back—and I will.

They’re making my money diminish;
I’m sick of the taste of champagne.
Thank God! when I’m skinned to a finish
I’ll pike to the Yukon again.
I’ll fight—and you bet it’s no sham-fight;
It’s hell!—but I’ve been there before;
And it’s better than this by a damsite—
So me for the Yukon once more.

There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;
It’s luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting
So much as just finding the gold.
It’s the great, big, broad land ’way up yonder,
It’s the forests where silence has lease;
It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.

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Gold Life member of G.P.A.A. #257936
Member of The Lost Dutchman's Mining Association #02890729

We use to take r metal detector out all the time 30 yrs ago. When r son would hear it beep he'd yell, money, money, money!


Went riding horses with friends today. One is going to Alaska in August and she said one of the days they're there that they're panning for gold. She's excited about it.

Here's your Alaska fix ,if you need one !!


http://www.adn.com/features/alaska-...ar-cam-is-back/

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Glad to read ur back is better, Chuck. I chatted on FB with the guy I graduated with that panned for gold. He told me he heard a guy in New Bethlehem pans and gets about an oz a yr. Said he never talked to the guy, but always wanted to. Also, said he hasn't done it for awhile because he didn't find anything except some in sand he bought.