GOLD QUARTZ SPECIMEN 1.28 GRAM RUSTY GOLD IN QUARTZ

Description

NATIVE GOLD QUARTZ SPECIMEN
from the
MOTHER LODE
R
uler is
1/4"
wide (6 mm). U.S. 10 cent coin is 17 mm in diameter.
S
pecimen weight:
19.9
G
rains (Troy) -
1.28
G
ram
S
ize:
18.4X10.4X5.9
mm
H
ere's a sweet piece of rusty quartz from the Sierra Nevada Mtns. Rich, shimmering exposures of high-purity gold (Au) aren't hard to see oozing from the thin quartz band sandwiched between two layers of oxidized iron (rust). It would make a welcome addition to anyone's collection. Don't I wish all the specimens I've handled through the years would return home to roost. No, you'll not be getting your money's worth in gold, but I guarantee an altogether natural specimen of gold, quartz, and rust. Source is California, U.S.A.
Here, you have embryonic gold direct from it's mother's womb which, in this case, is silicon dioxide (quartz). Iron and it's residual component, rust, also factor into the equation. All my specimens show visible gold and are
authentic
gold nuggets or gold quartz specimens.
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I poured through old mining dumps for years looking at orange-yellow-rusty rock through a loupe, but I never found a piece with visible gold.
Hydrothermal solutions carrying gold and silica crystallized into veins of gold quartz. This specimen comes from one of the many vein systems sourcing the immense placer deposits of the Sierra Nevada Mtns, the famed Mother Lode.
Weight Conversions:
15.43 GRAINS = 1 GRAM
31.103 GRAMS = 1 TROY OUNCE
24 GRAINS = 1 PENNYWEIGHT (DWT)
20 DWT = 1 TROY OUNCE
480 GRAINS = 1 TROY OUNCE
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FINDING A GOOD CLAIM
Looking back,
I wasted far too much effort
working played out ground. These
areas produced nice gold initially, but after showing promise,
they
failed repeatedly to deliver consistent paydays.
It takes time
to prove a property or mining claim.
P
rospecting every day becomes
a treasure hunt with
no clue what may turn up
if a guy just continues to move dirt.
You're always thinking, "man, if I could just get down to bedrock." Most of the time, if one persists, they only find barren, country rock, yet hope springs eternal. E
ven played-out or down
right low-tenor ground
can produce some decent gold now and then. I figure with today's spot, any claim with locatable, recoverable 'color' on it is a good claim to have. Suffice to say many claims, for all intents and purposes, contain no recoverable gold. Back in the early 1980s, when first I began frequenting the area around Quartzsite, Arizona, it became obvious that many claims were located chiefly to serve as winter-long snowbird encampments only. I met lots of wonderful folks engaged in that practice, but my own thirst for gold kept me searching for 'bona fide' mining claims, i.e. claims with actual, minable gold on them.
It’s been
my experience that finding a little gold becomes addictive. Even when you recover just a bit, that's almost as much fun
as
finding a lot.
It ranks right up there with catching a nice trout. Making consistent pay, however, is high on every
miner's wish list and,
with many claims, there's no crystal ball foretelling the future and revealing what tomorrow might bring.
Mining's an unpredictable
trade, but it gets in your blood; this turning the ground for pieces of shiny, yellow metal.
W
hen you enjoy your work, each day's like a vacation.
Since I had always longed to be free from wearing another man's collar, hunting for wild gold proved to be the winning ticket. Would you believe I'm retired, yet here I sit, selling gold, sharing small parts from my independent miner's life with the rest of the world. Back when I swung a real pick, not this silver one, m
ost days proved exhilarating. However laborious, working with one's hands, if not always financially rewarding, is good, honest work. In the process of failing, I learned plenty
about where gold likes (and doesn't like) to hide. Tracing leads on bedrock down through a meandering drywash or creekbed keeps you guessing. Clues and patterns reoccur and become like signposts leading you to the gold. Through
years spent in the profession, I managed to find
decent
color enough to keep my spirits up.
At the same time, by and large exposed to honorable folks,
an invaluable ethos was imparted.
I came to believe one's word should
mean something. I
f
a claim or property owner asked for 20%
royalty and you agreed to those terms, 20% is
what they should get. If you don't believe they deserve anything, you, my piratical friend, reap what you sow. In time, chances are you will receive your just desserts.
I think integrity matters
.
If there's
one
lesson about prospecting
a guy who's been
there
might
pass on
, it’s
"go where the gold is, not
where
it
isn't".
For one reason or another,
I know how easy it is to
become
invested in a
poor
property.
Camped alongside some
clear, mountain stream or up a desolate, desert canyon,
the solitude and serenity become habit-forming. Isolation exerts a strong pull upon free-spirited, outdoor types.
One keeps telling themself
, "there must be good gold here." Maybe a short hike from your encampment,
a
mountain spring runs down the hill
. It’s so peaceful there; so quiet and scenic
. You feel a
connection with nature missing amongst the masses with people jammed into their close quarters, crowded, urban spaces.
Here, there's no hustle, no rush. In this
place of deep, private quietude, a person feels
refreshed, cleansed by nature.
In such surroundings, one
keeps hoping
the gold will get better
.
Hardly anyone
ventures
into this part
of the world and a man begins to wonder, "My God!
Is this heaven,
or what?
Thanks for checking out our digs.
G
old of
E
ldorado
8-13-17