GhostMiner

 September 22   2002     Part Two

   Conor and I were working gravels through the tom when I got a call on my walkie talkie. It was Jacob and he wanted me to come up to the dig site. He said he had something to show me. When I got up there he had shut down the excavator and was standing near the edge of the giant hole he had been expanding. He pointed to the west side of the pit and said he had struck a solid wall of sloping bedrock. He had found the lateral boundaries of the rich material. Then he told me that the bedrock continued to drop in that area with no sign of a bottom. He showed me a test pan from and there was still plenty of coarse gold there. The area of the second stage drop zone was about 20 feet by 20 feet. He figured the best gold was still to be found wherever the bottom of that drop contacted bedrock. 

   There was no way to tell how deep he would need to dig. He had a nice platform sitting on the first area of bedrock to start the next section. He would be able to go down about 20 to 25 feet from there without expanding his footprint. If the bedrock was still deeper than that he would need to back out and come back in from the south side by digging what would amount to a massive trench that would slope downward deep into the channel. If that was needed it might require timbering the sides for safety or digging a very wide cut. In other words, a big project. All we could do was hope he struck bedrock from where he was presently stationed. 

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 September 22   2002     Part One     Back To Mining

   Last night’s trouble ended as quickly as it started with no further incidents. The five men had vanished into the night. We must have scared them off. The question for us now is did they leave the area or are they still hiding out on the mountain waiting for the right time to rob us? There is no way to know. This morning we all got back to the work at hand after we had a quick meeting over breakfast. We will need to take turns on night guard duty for the remainder of the season. The weather remains in our favor and we will push on and hopefully get all of the gold out of the glory hole we are working. The mining season is growing short and I am anxious to get back home with my gold.

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 September 21   2002     Part Three

   The only place we had to go would be back into the creek and they had quickly gotten the high ground and to the north as well as blocking us east and west. I hollered out and asked them what they wanted. There was only silence. Then I heard Jacob holler out. His voice was loud and deep and enough to scare off a grizzly. He told them that if they wanted a gun fight then they would get one. He called them every foul name I had ever heard and maybe a few others I hadn’t heard. He told them we were well armed and would shoot them to pieces and bury them in a hole on the mountain where no one would ever find them.

   One of the thugs hollered back to Jacob saying we misunderstood what they were doing and they only wanted to talk with us about possibly leasing a spot to mine on our claims. I hollered out that they had a mighty suspicious way of approaching us about a lease. Then I told them we were not interested and to get off our mine. Once again there was complete silence.

   Suddenly, without warning, Jacob opened up with his Thompson. He discharged an entire magazine up into the woods in the direction where the voice had come from. The rest of us opened up with our guns but kept our shots high. It sounded like a war was on. They did not return fire and all was quiet. Once again Jacob challenged them to fight like men. I heard some rustling of bushes up to the north and it sounded like they were leaving. We all fired more rounds up that way and also a few to the east and west but kept them high. Then it got quiet again. I was thinking they might not have realized what they were up against but now they knew. Would they leave or come back?      

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  September 21   2002     Part Two

   These guys looked to be middle aged but it was getting hard to see clearly in the fading light. The sun had just set when they appeared out of nowhere. Clay hollered over to them and asked them where they were going but they ignored him and kept getting closer. They weren’t on a path directly towards our camp but were following the creek about 100 feet away. I stood up and shined my flashlight in their direction and asked them what they were doing. The one in the front turned toward me and said they were prospecting for gold. Mighty funny I thought as they weren’t carrying anything with them. Not even backpacks or shovels. I asked them where their gear was and all five of them stopped walking. I saw the one in front say something to the others and before a few seconds had passed two of them walked away down the creek and three of them cut up the floodplain north towards the base of the mountain. Then I heard one or two of those three trampling through the brush just above us to the north. They had us surrounded.

   Conor said he saw some side arms on them. Clay said he did as well. Jacob said they might have been watching us weigh the gold and waited until dark to make their move. It was almost as if they had walked up near enough to size us up. Jacob said that if it's trouble they want he will give it to them in spades. He had his old Thompson ready for action. I was thinking to myself that what the hell is all this? Have we gone back in time to the 1930’s ? None of us were ready to give up our gold. If they wanted a fight they would get one.          

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4 minutes ago, GhostMiner said:

 

Watch out you sinners     Don't you know that your time has come

Watch out you winners    Now it's the same for everyone

   September 21   2002     Part One     Here They Come

   The weather is still in our favor. We stuck with our routine. Conor and I cleaned the concentrates while Jacob and Clay dug and hauled the pay. We have a good system going now. There is still no word on the trommel but we have not really missed it much.

   Around 1:30 I radioed Jacob that the gold weigh was done. To my surprise he said he and Clay were going to keep working straight through to about 5:00 PM before coming down to camp for supper and to see the gold. So Conor and I got back to washing gravels and worked until 5:00 PM as well. We were able to get another 20 yards of gravels processed. About that time I heard Clay’s truck  coming down the mountain with Jacob riding shotgun. I really wanted them to see the gold in the pan.Finally, just before supper, everyone was gathered around the table with the gold pan and scales. Clay let out a low holy sh.. and sat back in his chair. I just smiled and put the pan on the scale. There was 119.4 ounces. This was the bedrock gold we were dreaming of. And it looked like we might not be finished yet.

   Clay let out a whoop that shook the mountain and old Jacob did one of his Irish jigs. Conor had tears in his eyes and I just sat there stunned. It was getting on towards dusk now and Jacob brought out a bottle and we all had a drink and then another drink. As I set the bottle on the table near the gold we looked over at five men walking down the creek and coming towards camp. We didn’t recognize any of them and they sure weren’t Forest Service personnel. I didn’t like the looks of them and neither did anyone else.              

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   Not in the journal  :  Comparing permitting & Plans of Operation from back then to now - man, have times changed. No politics here of course, just the process. Everything is slower and more detailed. As I was saying back in the Winter, I am attempting to get back to doing some mining on those claims again. I filed paperwork and need to transfer some water licenses out of a lessee's name and into mine. However, I was told I need to start the process over from scratch. Not a big deal but just time consuming. All of the environmental studies need to be done again as well. More time. I have put in a plan for an area of virgin gravels we tested back in 2019. They are 3000 ft from the north/south running creek I talked about in the journal. I have used two pumps hooked in series to get water over there before from a pond but that pond dries up in Summer. That was a 2000 ft deal with a 100 foot climb in elevation before the ground dropped back downhill again. The creek will be a 150 ft  climb in elevation until it goes back downhill the last 800 ft. Should be interesting. Just based on what experience with pumps I have I am thinking three or maybe four pumps in series will get the job done. I am talking 3 inch pumps. This time around I will use foot valves as well. In 2019 there were no foot valves and every morning the water lines had to be purged so the pumps could start pushing water without much back pressure. Purging pumps first thing in the morning means taking the caps off the top and letting the back pressure blow water 30 feet into the air while you take a cold shower in 45 degree air. Not a fun way to start your day LOL. I'm smarter now - I think. I figure to looses 2/3 of the gallons per hour the pumps are rated for but that's ok as they will just need to keep a big holding pond replenished as needed. I am also delving into the idea of using a small electric water pump to run continuously. I have been talking with a person who suggested this idea and it would be much easier. When I put in plans I throw everything in there just in case and that is something I learned the hard way. 

Here's is what I'm talking about with a Pearson Box with the exception of adding a big grizzly bar setup on top to screen off the bigger rock. It's all about volume and no moving parts over finesse and technology with one of these beasts. Cram in the gravels. 

   September 20   2002

   The weather was in our favor once again today. Conor and I really like running the tom. There are no moving parts to worry about breaking on us. The downside is it will only process about one third of the gravel the trommel is capable of and it is not catching as much of the fine gold. However, it is doing its job and we may build a bigger one for next season. It would be something like a Pearson Box with a big grizzly and hopper capable of running much more pay gravel. The only issue is the fact that you aren't breaking up all the clay. If you are not in heavy clay it would work fine. I plan on getting some good opinions on all of this during the off season.

   We got a good start this morning and worked until nearly dark to get our 100 yards washed. Tomorrow will be another cleanup. I went up to the dig site this afternoon and Jacob has got himself quite a pit going. He’s down about 35 feet in depth and slowly widening the diggings towards the west. There’s lots of rounded river rock and the bedrock seems flat. He’s having to send upper gravels that are not as rich along with the bottom bedrock gravel. We are definitely on the gold with no end in sight.     

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15 minutes ago, Old Miner Don said:

Question for you Ghost Miner... how did you guys handle the safe keeping of the gold?

Did you make the split as you went along and everyone was responsible for they're own gold?

 

   Hello Old Miner Don & good to hear from a reader I hadn't seen here before. Early on it was determined that each crew member would receive his share of the gold after a gold weigh was completed. Then it became their personal responsibility to take care of it as best they could. I did not put this in the journal but we dealt with several gold buyers and some of the crew converted part of their poke into good old U.S Dollars. Some held on to most of their gold. As you have read previously, there was a turnover of the members of the crew and Jacob considered the ones who left weak links in our mining machine. I'm not convinced of that and every man must make his own decisions under difficult and sometimes dangerous times. I still have gold from that season & right now I wish I had kept it all but sometimes you need to cash some of it in to live on. Cheers & thanks for reading the journal.

7 minutes ago, GhostMiner said:

   September 19   2002     The Gold Vault

 

   It was a beautiful morning. The sky was clear and the temperatures were warm. We ran the tom until noon and shut down for lunch after having run 30 yards of gravel. That put us at 100 yards which is what we like to run now before doing the cleanup.

   I could see visible gold in the black sands and there was a load of it. More than we had ever seen. Jacob told us he had finally hit one area of sloping bedrock as he worked the pit north. Then he backed the excavator back away from the sloping wall and got another five feet deeper and hit bedrock again. He was around 30 - 33 feet in depth. He said the wall looked to be traveling across the back of the pit to the west and he would start following it tomorrow and see how far it went. He had a good feeling about the dig site and so did the rest of us. 

   Conor and I finished up the gold weigh while Jacob and Clay dug and hauled pay. We finished the cleanup around 6:00 PM and set the pan on the table near the scales. There was a lot of gold in that pan but we waited until Jacob and Clay finished up for the night around 6:30. Clay’s eyes glazed over when he saw the pan. Jacob gave me a smile and a wink and said to weigh it up. There were 77.4 ounces. Conor suggested we name the pit and I came up with a name that everyone liked. The Gold Vault. 

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Around 24 grams to the yard. Not bad.

   September 19   2002     The Gold Vault

   It was a beautiful morning. The sky was clear and the temperatures were warm. We ran the tom until noon and shut down for lunch after having run 30 yards of gravel. That put us at 100 yards which is what we like to run now before doing the cleanup.

   I could see visible gold in the black sands and there was a load of it. More than we had ever seen. Jacob told us he had finally hit one area of sloping bedrock as he worked the pit north. Then he backed the excavator back away from the sloping wall and got another five feet deeper and hit bedrock again. He was around 30 - 33 feet in depth. He said the wall looked to be traveling across the back of the pit to the west and he would start following it tomorrow and see how far it went. He had a good feeling about the dig site and so did the rest of us. 

   Conor and I finished up the gold weigh while Jacob and Clay dug and hauled pay. We finished the cleanup around 6:00 PM and set the pan on the table near the scales. There was a lot of gold in that pan but we waited until Jacob and Clay finished up for the night around 6:30. Clay’s eyes glazed over when he saw the pan. Jacob gave me a smile and a wink and said to weigh it up. There were 77.4 ounces. Conor suggested we name the pit and I came up with a name that everyone liked. The Gold Vault. 

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  September 18   2002

   We got back to mining this morning. Conor and I got the tom set up while Jacob and Clay started digging and hauling pay gravel. The weather is sunny and warm and things are beginning to dry out. The creek is still running fast but the water is back within its banks. 

   I test paned the first load of gravel before we started processing and the gold is there in spades. We let Clay bring down three loads before we started running at 10:00 AM so as to give a cushion for the transport of material and we won’t run out or have to wait on him. 

   One of the Forest Service people came by this morning as well and checked on us. I showed him the repaired road and he also took a walk down along the creek to check the waters and floodplain. He seemed pretty impressed that we had already repaired the haul road and were ready to mine so quickly. He said there was a mining operation along the creek about ten miles west of ours and they had lost their small trommel in the flood. 

   We had a good day and were able to process 70 yards of gravel. We are going to run until around noon tomorrow and do a cleanup. Jacob has gotten deeper into the dig site with still no sign of bedrock. The gold seems to keep getting better.  

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Journal will resume tomorrow. Thanks to all readers. 

We will be putting the metal detecting expert to work next. 

   Day 3

   We met a local historian today in an old three story grist mill. The building had been abandoned back in the early 1900’s and later used as a place to sell wood stoves. Then it was purchased by the man we were meeting.The first floor was full of old artifacts from the past. On one side of the old structure there were tall rows of wooden bookshelves that must have been fifteen feet high. They were crammed with books and small boxes of papers. The second floor contained even more boxes of historical records from all over the Pacific northwest. 

   The man we met was Charles Newburger. He was in his late 60’s and had been involved with local history his entire life. We all took a seat at a massive antique library table. On the table was placed an old wooden crate. Charles opened the lid and proceeded to pull out old maps and some yellowed and stained documents. He said he had some interesting information to show us that may help in our search.

   He spread out an old map that dated back to the mid 1800’s. It was wrapped in old paper and folded inside some weathered documents. He pointed out a marking for an old road or wagon trail that led from Drayton Harbor east where it eventually met up with another trail heading north by north east. Charles told us that parts of the old trail still existed but most of it was gone or grown over. Also, some of it was now private property.

   Next he pulled out a very old and fragile piece of paper that looked something like a document or bill of sale. It was actually a ship’s Bill of Layden. Some of the documents had been torn off and there were some areas that were torn or could not be read. There was part of a date showing at the top and a partial name of a vessel as well as the captain. The only part of the captain's name that was legible was Wi and the rest was gone including all of the last name. However, the month and first three numbers of the year were still there which put the document in the time frame of the transported heist.

   Charles told us that this Bill of Layden came from boxes of old records once kept for not only the Drayton Harbor but also some of the surrounding ports. The records had been stored in an old warehouse and were damaged when part of its roof leaked for many years before he rescued the documents. Charles believed that the Bill of Layden was of Captain Shears vessel. It listed numerous items such as tea and rum but also numerous shipping crates of no description or markings.This was unusual.Then Charles pulled out a long yellowed paper. He smiled at us as he laid it out on the table for our team to view.

   It was the Captain’s Articles which were the rules of conduct and contract for the ship and sailors. This document was more legible as it had been wrapped inside the folds of the Bill of Layden. It read as follows here  :  

I   The Captain is to have two full shares ; the Quartermaster one share and       one half ; the Doctor, Mate, and Boatswain one share and one quarter.

II   He that should be found guilty of taking up any unlawful weapon on board or to strike or abuse one another in any regard shall suffer what punishment the Captain and majority of the Company shall see fit.

III   He that shall be found guilty of cowardice shall suffer what punishment the Captain and majority of the Company shall see fit.

IV   If any gold, jewels, silver, & c be found on board of any prize and the finder does not deliver it to the Quartermaster within 24 hours he shall suffer what punishment the Captain and majority of the Company shall see fit.

V   Good quarters to be given when craved.

VI   He that shall be guilty of drunkenness shall suffer what punishment the Captain and majority of the Company see fit.

VII   No man shall open or declare to any person who they are or what designs they are upon, and any person so offending shall be punished by what means the Captain and majority of the Company see fit. 

   At the bottom of this document there were three letters in signature which read  C.W.S.   Charles stated flatly that this likely represented Captain William Shears. Our team just looked at each other in total surprise by what we had just been shown. Charles said that he believed these documents represented the ships official Bill of Layden and Company Ships Articles concerning Captain Shears trip involving the gold heist and other articles. He also believed the old maps were duplicates of the originals used in transporting the gold. We now had even more evidence and perhaps a good area to start searching.  

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To put you in the mood.

2 hours ago, Lanny said:

Thanks for the clarification, and all the best with your adventures,

Lanny

You are very welcome.

7 minutes ago, Lanny said:

So, in your original post, you listed the gold as placer, but later in the post you said it was ore. Did you get that straightened out as you've done more research?

As well, is the follow-up with the other people you've contacted for the search/the current search a factual account, or is this another fictional story (like your other story posted on this site) that you'll be writing? Just curious, and I'd sure appreciate the clarification.

I have a good factual story about lost gold, all placer, that is quite the dramatic tale.

All the best,

Lanny

It was placer un refined gold. Some called it ore but my definition of ore is gold held in host rock which it wasn't. In my continuing mining journal the beginning years were based on true events but added to. Kind of like what a movie is based on. All of the gold totals were real as well as some of the people but names were changed. Some parts were fictional or embellished accounts. Hope that helps. As far as the story my grandfather told me and my adventures in the treasure hunt, I hope to be able to have you watch it & the people described in a new streaming show soon. Cheers & thanks for your interest. 

  Day 2

   Our team had a meeting arranged at breakfast with a retired harbor master from one of the ports in Washington. His name was Jim and he was in his mid 80’s. Jim had come forth with information he claimed to have concerning our search. He had contacted the research team several months ago and was now going to tell us what he knew or heard. 

   Jim was straight forward and appeared to be a no nonsense individual. He told us that several close friends of his had known an old sailor whose grandfather had worked for a British merchant shipping company. This man's father who was called Cloudy had told him a wild story one night. Cloudy traveled all over the world on a British Trading vessel. They made numerous trips to the United States hauling all kinds of cargo. On one of the excursions the ship's captain who he knew well and had worked under for several years was suddenly removed at the last minute and another captain put in charge. His name? William Shears.

   The crew was not given a reason or explanation as to the sudden change but Cloudy thought it to be a bit strange. Also, the consignor, consignee, and holder of the Bill of Layden as well as the Bill of Laydon itself had been kept a secret. He remembered the crew being on edge about this as they were in effect sailing blind as they called it. But they were sailors and sail they must.

   Cloudy told his son that they eventually made their way up the coast of California and all the way north to the port of Bellingham where they docked briefly. He said that crates from some loading wagons were placed in the ship's hold and they sailed off north again until reaching Drayton Harbor. Somehow the crew had gotten hold of some leaked information about trouble on the waters ahead of them to the north off the shores of Canada.

   Captain Shears had now set anchor in Drayton Harbor off the coast of Washington and just south of Blaine. When it got dark a number of Jolly boats were dispatched layden with boxes of unknown cargo and goods. Neither the boats or the sailors who were on them returned. A lantern light was seen from shore and it went on and off several times. Then Captain Shears pulled anchor and headed south back down the coast.

   This was a fascinating story and we thanked the retired harbor master for relaying this information. Later that day our team disbanded leaving the metal detecting person, the two researchers, the producer / video person, and myself to begin the search. The meeting with Jim had been video recorded. We were to report to Jackson every day. The plan was to start doing some on the ground searching along the shores south of Blaine. We would be looking for any clues we might find and had another meeting scheduled for the next day with another man who was a local historian. I was getting pretty excited to be a part of this hunt.

8 minutes ago, GhostMiner said:

   It wouldn't be hard to dig there but the research jived with my grandfathers story about trying to take a freight wagon into Canada. But they never made it. I've got to be honest, when my grandfather told me the privateers name I wanted to laugh. But he didn't make up stories. Then, when we were able to verify the captains existence and records it could not be disputed. Everything suddenly lined up. What I was learning was how extensive this criminal ring was and the stolen gold shipment was only a small part of the entire story. Pretty fascinating stuff here.

   

 

42 minutes ago, Mike Furness said:

The video of Drayton Harbor showed plenty of remote places to send a crew in a row boat to bury treasure if that was the intent. Those sandy beaches would be good landing spots and the heavily forested land would hide any activity ... especially if done at night under the cover of a moonless darkness! Just my immediate thoughts after viewing the video.

Also, the area near Blaine Washington and Drayton Harbor is very close th the Canadian border so to me it made sense that if they were offloading there it was a short haul to Canada. The one thing I didn't understand was why they didn't just sale farther north and either off load to a waiting ship or onto the shores of Canada directly. Or did they?

23 minutes ago, Mike Furness said:

The video of Drayton Harbor showed plenty of remote places to send a crew in a row boat to bury treasure if that was the intent. Those sandy beaches would be good landing spots and the heavily forested land would hide any activity ... especially if done at night under the cover of a moonless darkness! Just my immediate thoughts after viewing the video.

   It wouldn't be hard to dig there but the research jived with my grandfathers story about trying to take a freight wagon into Canada. But they never made it. I've got to be honest, when my grandfather told me the privateers name I wanted to laugh. But he didn't make up stories. Then, when we were able to verify the captains existence and records it could not be disputed. Everything suddenly lined up. What I was learning was how extensive this criminal ring was and the stolen gold shipment was only a small part of the entire story. Pretty fascinating stuff here.

   I have had several of what I refer to as "Great Adventures" in my life. My wife was amazed at some of the things I have done. I didn't meet her until I was nearly 30 years old. By then I had already lived what many would call a full life. Hitch hiking across the country to California with only $8 dollars in my pocket when I was just 18. Living along the way in abandoned buildings or sometimes off grid. Riding freight trains to far off locations. Playing in several rock bands. I had a tryout back in the day for third base position for the Houston Astros. I could have had a contract with them to start out in one of their minor league franchises but passed. I also boxed for a number of years and sparred with a number of professionals. Mining for gold in California. And just last year going on a treasure hunt and looking for something based on a story that was passed down through multiple generation of our family. I am not finished yet. For me, life is an adventure to be lived to the fullest. I really hope all of you readers will enjoy this particular journey that I was blessed to partake in. See you on Day 2.