It was getting dark so I left 3 feet of the shelf undug planning to return there at my next opportunity.
Monday my wife and I had errands in town so we stopped by the shop in Jamestown to check our inventory. A miner acquaintance
came by the shop and, of course, the conversation turned to prospecting. I showed him the vial from the small amount of material I processed at the new spot and he was duly impressed. I left him chatting with my wife and worked some inventory at the far end of the shop.
Tuesday I had an appointment so I didn't get back to my spot until Wednesday morning.
I was packing my equipment down to the creek when out of the woods steps my acquaintance. Needless to say, I am surprised. I am even more surprised when I go to my hole and find it cleaned out to the end of the bedrock ledge. This weasel had wormed the exact location of my find from my wife and hit my spot for all the easy gold. I had done the surveying of the area, sampled many spots and finally found the paystreak and this slimeball slithered in to high grade my spot. To add insult to injury, he pulls a vial out of his pocket with the two largest nuggets I have seen come from this area and shows me the spot in my now expanded hole that he found them. (continued page 2)