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I have found two of the treasures. I sold them for quick cash to invest in my goldmine. When that money is gone, I will begin searching for the other three.

I especially prefer a steel pan for flour type gold. It sounds like you are where you need to be, so be at peace with that. Maybe we should have a lie telling contest. But I warn you, I've haven't lost one yet.

Mr. R.R. Sir You must stop by my camp sometime. We'll have a bit of a panning competition, then we'll have a gold pan bread baking contest. I would drive out your way but my truck battery is dead and I seem to have misplaced the crank.

i started reading the California Mining Journal back in my teens (1960s) my buddies all read Dirt Bike, Hot rod, and--- other stuff. They all thought I was weird. They were right.

I spent a few days at the mine. It's a "dig and detect operation. A couple of miscreant camp followers showed up with the sole purpose of annoying me. I left the diggings after a days work and went back to camp. While I was away they buried this in my in my worksite. I lost a considerable amount of gold production before I could stop laughing and resume the operation. P.A.B.

Quite interesting, but where do I find large, shallow nuggets?

No. I must go to any extreme to protect the secret of this location. I have tried to convince him that being a ghost ain't all that bad and he would be surrounded by like-minded prospector ghosts, but this seems to be a sticking point in our negotiations.

J; I heartily agree. It seems that somehow items like these scales, old tools, firearms parts, pocket knives..... all have better stories to tell than old bottles. M; For now I have left the scales where I found them. I am deep in negotiations with a world renown relic hunter (Strick) to assist me with finding the rest of the parts and perhaps a scale weight or two.

1870s scales made by J.L. Brown, New York.

I don't do much relic hunting and I've never hunted a beach, but for nugget hunting I carry a grease gun, diesel fuel a few tools, an excavator, a detector, Sour Dough Scott and a briefcase full of permits and paperwork.

Dang it Reg. Your killin' me. You should be selling advertising "Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion, but first, a word from our sponsor".

Vanursepaul??? I think I vaguely remember him. Wasn't he the scrawny, introverted little fella that was scarred to death of anything that hinted of an adventure? Feel free to correct me if I'm thinking of the wrong guy.

They are able to, but they don't. That's why the Sierra great plains are abundant with Coprolite.

This is a photo of a newly hatched Aurous Excavatorous. It is well formed and appears to be very healthy, which portends a long, adventurous life ahead. This photos shows a juvenile Aurous Excavatorous foraging for roots and tubers and subterranean insects. As it grows and matures it's plumage will turn a vibrant color which the Aurous Excavatorii are known for. This rare photo vividly illustrates the bright color of the adult Aurous Excavatorous as it roams the great plains of the Sierra Nevada mountains. The Aurous Excavatorous are typically not a threat to detectorists unless they feel there young are threatened. Detectorists beware!

I hit one with my Jeep and broke a headlight.