Broke Down Busted & Disgusted

[jasong]

@GhostMiner Did your partner trade the trommel for gold to a guy in Wyoming too? Curious because I just saw this thread and coincidentally acquired a large trommel in trade for gold shortly before you posted this haha. I have no clue what precluded this thread, just saw it and went "wait, what, did I end up with this guys trommel or something?". 

[GhostMiner]

On 6/15/2025 at 3:42 AM, jasong said:

@GhostMiner Did your partner trade the trommel for gold to a guy in Wyoming too? Curious because I just saw this thread and coincidentally acquired a large trommel in trade for gold shortly before you posted this haha. I have no clue what precluded this thread, just saw it and went "wait, what, did I end up with this guys trommel or something?". 

LOL. No. My partner had made a deal to use a guy's trommel in exchange for a cut of our gold that would be produced on our mine while using it. As of now I still don't have a firm deal in place to go mining. Plenty of tire kickers but no action as of now. In the meantime, I think I'll just have a few more drinks LOL.

 

[Bedrocker]

What's going on now Ghost Miner?

Are you mining?

[GhostMiner]

Shoot, I just changed my name to Jack. This sucks.

 

The sun had long since set on the abandoned gold mine, casting a dark shadow over the once-thriving operation. Jack sat on the porch of his small cabin, staring out at the rusting equipment and piles of dirt that had been his livelihood for years. He took a swig from the whisky bottle, feeling the burn as it went down. It had all seemed like such a good idea at the time – reopening the old mine, bringing in a partner to help with the costs. But now, as he gazed out at the stillness of the night, Jack couldn't help but feel like he'd been punched in the gut. His partner had skipped town, taking some of the equipment and a chunk of the investment with him. The permits were still tied up in bureaucratic red tape, and Jack was left with nothing but debt and disappointment. He thought back to the early days, when he'd first started working on the mine. The thrill of the unknown, the promise of striking it rich. Now, it all seemed like a distant memory, a fleeting dream that had vanished into thin air. As the night wore on, Jack's thoughts turned to the future. He'd have to start over, somehow. Maybe next season would be better. Maybe he'd find a way to get the mine up and running again, to make it all worthwhile. But for now, the whisky bottle was his only solace, a temporary escape from the crushing reality of his situation. With a heavy sigh, Jack stood up, the porch creaking beneath his feet. He took one last look at the mine, the darkness seeming to swallow it whole. Tomorrow would be another day, another chance to start anew. But for tonight, the whisky would have to be enough.

[GhostMiner]

3 minutes ago, GhostMiner said:

Shoot, I just changed my name to Jack. This sucks.

 

The sun had long since set on the abandoned gold mine, casting a dark shadow over the once-thriving operation. Jack sat on the porch of his small cabin, staring out at the rusting equipment and piles of dirt that had been his livelihood for years. He took a swig from the whisky bottle, feeling the burn as it went down. It had all seemed like such a good idea at the time – reopening the old mine, bringing in a partner to help with the costs. But now, as he gazed out at the stillness of the night, Jack couldn't help but feel like he'd been punched in the gut. His partner had skipped town, taking some of the equipment and a chunk of the investment with him. The permits were still tied up in bureaucratic red tape, and Jack was left with nothing but debt and disappointment. He thought back to the early days, when he'd first started working on the mine. The thrill of the unknown, the promise of striking it rich. Now, it all seemed like a distant memory, a fleeting dream that had vanished into thin air. As the night wore on, Jack's thoughts turned to the future. He'd have to start over, somehow. Maybe next season would be better. Maybe he'd find a way to get the mine up and running again, to make it all worthwhile. But for now, the whisky bottle was his only solace, a temporary escape from the crushing reality of his situation. With a heavy sigh, Jack stood up, the porch creaking beneath his feet. He took one last look at the mine, the darkness seeming to swallow it whole. Tomorrow would be another day, another chance to start anew. But for tonight, the whisky would have to be enough.

That pretty much sums up my situation. 

[Bedrocker]

2 minutes ago, GhostMiner said:

That pretty much sums up my situation. 

Hmm... I was hoping for better. Kinda sucks alright.

[GhostMiner]

3 minutes ago, GhostMiner said:

That pretty much sums up my situation. 

There's got to be a song here somewhere. But I'll keep on keepin' on.

[GhostMiner]

Yea, this song will work for me tonight.

 

 

[GhostMiner]

Just an update here - it is looking like I may be able to salvage the last part of the season. I finally got 2 small plans approved and am hoping to get up and running by months end. I've only got a short season to mine but with gold being where it is it's better than no season. Cheers.