by Joe S (AK) » Mon Feb 28, 2022 1:06 am
Yeah, Jim, but get you started and you go on forever (same with me, right?).
As with anything else, in time things will swing back the other way, and even though WE will probably be ancient when that happens it's the young crowd that'll take over for bigger and better things down the road.
As for me - I look for folks with a spark of interest and help fan it where I can. Sometimes a little tip or two, sometimes helping out with a pan for those too young to be able to afford one, sometimes a little panning lesson ...... it all adds up.
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I remember the last time I went to Chicken Gold Camp with my wife. We camped for a weekend and the night before we returned to Trapper Creek I was down at "The Panning Trough" and got to talking to a tourist guy from Philadelphia. He mentioned that his wife REALLY had been wanting to learn how to pan on this trip (and find even one tiny speck of Gold) and that throughout their entire trip she had been disappointed. Place after place everyone was 'too busy' to help her. I told him to go back to the camper and drag her over, we had some panning to do. A few minutes latter there she was - grinning from ear to ear and ready to go bear hunting.
She had been trying to find anybody who could show (and explain to her) how to use a pan. WELL!, off we went to go a pannin' in the trough. We all know that 'stuff' brought from the stream bed has Gold in it - but we also know that tourists do loose tons of Gold in the trough through haste and inexperience. She didn't know that.
Well, the hubby was standing there really happy that someone was finally helping his wife - and so he continued watching and listening because, of course, he was interested, too.
There were, of course, the basics to start off with and she hung onto every word. After 30 seconds (maybe a minute) I thought "'Nuff a Dat" and thrust the pan into her hands. Slowly, awkwardly and shakily she started in while I grabbed my spare pan to show her what she should do. She kept up with me and was learning fast. We started by working down a 1/4 pan full all the way down to the very last of the concentrates and sure enough there were 2 tiny Gold bits staring up at her. She was thrilled in her accomplishment and she carefully put those 2 colors in a vial that I had given her. Then, again, a second pan, and a third and then, about that time, I stopped her so she could catch her breath and let the knowledge soak in. She was beaming and her husband had a big-ol-smile, too.
Then we shifted into high gear. As all beginners do, she was spending 1/4 of her time getting rid of the lights and very slowly agonizing over carefully working down the small amount of cons left in the pan - searching for the glimmer of a color or two. Now I got her attention by stopping her 1/4 of the way into her cycle when she was down to just black sands. The look of wide eyed horror on her face when I put some more gravel pile material into the pan on top of her concentrates was amazing to see. She was ready to claw my eyes out when I did that to her pan. I reassured her that nothing had happened to her first pan's worth of Gold sparkles and to just start all over again to work the lighter gravel out of her pan. In 2 minutes I did the same thing again and the hubby silently grinned --- he saw what I was doing. When she continued down to just the Gold she was shocked to see all the gold from all 3 pans worth of gravel - and in much less time, too.
She had been panning gravel from the pile next to the trough and just having a ball. We did this all over a second time but while she was fixated on her working her first installment down I shamelessly managed to grab a FULL Garrett Super Sluice pan of the trough material, doing my best to blindly get some from the very bottom with my trowel. While she agonized over every grain of black sand in her first pan I quickly shook down that big pan's worth and did it again and snuck a peek at the results. As luck would have it there was a nice picker in there - and I slowly showed it to the hubby behind her back.
Quickly I covered my tracks by putting some of the pile dirt in my pan over the concentrates and when it was time to add more to her pan --- in it all went! Hubby was about to explode - but to his credit he "maintained".
After a couple more additions, the Mrs. was ready to process down her "super pan" of concentrates. We all watched as she slowly back washed her final pan in the diminishing light. We waited, we waited and we waited some more as she carefully worked the black sand away from the hot spot in her pan as midnight's failing light slowly left.
First she found a bunch of tiny colors on the side and she Oohed and Aahhed and squeaked her way through that nice little showing. She continued on, ever so slowly, until something caught her eye - it was the picker. Not huge, but the largest bit she had seen in her pan - and she didn't have to look hard at all to see it. Yes, she squealed and laughed and cried while her hubby just beamed - and mouthed "Thank You!" to me.
Since it was almost dark we called it for the day - Hubby, I and the happiest girl in 100 miles.
I bet she is still panning away somewhere even today --- and all that just because someone spent a little time lighting her fuse.
Makes a guy feel good.
- Joe -
Wiser Mining Through Many, Many Personal Mistakes (OOPS, "Personal Learning Situations")