Oregon Gold Quartz Mini Specimens 0.65g, Blue Mountains Gold

NORTH AMERICAN NATIVE GOLD QUARTZ MINI SPECIMENS from Baker County, Oregon. Photos are enlarged representations of offered item. Ruler, if shown, is 1/4" wide (actual size). A U.S. dime (10 cent piece) measures 17.5 mm in diameter. Featured are naturally-occurring gold and quartz pickers. I count a dozen chunks here. You should be able to see the gold embedded in these small pieces of ore. No one salted them. No, you won't get your money's worth (in gold) because these contain quartz. Oregon's Blue Mtns. sourced this ore. What you see pictured is what you will receive.If not satisfied, return this product for your money back. Native gold and quartz - Total wt. 10.1 grains (Troy) - Gram (metric) As operator/sole proprietor at Gold of Eldorado, I actively mined gold for 18+ years. Beginning long ago in a past life, perhaps, something in the golden mystique of this exotic metal attracted me to it. Searching for native placer and lode, working with it in a multitude of forms, and marketing became a life-way. If, like myself, you're a big fan, not of me, but of Oro, there's a lot to see here at Gold of Eldorado. 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 S & H COMBINED SHIPPING IS OFFERED. ON MULTIPLE PURCHASES, FOR CORRECT AMOUNT, PLEASE REQUEST AN INVOICE FROM THIS SELLER. U.S. BUYERS - S&H $4.00 with tracking. INTNL. BUYERS - S&H $16.00 shipped via USPS International First Class Mail. PAYMENTS For U.S. buyers: We accept paypal. For intnl. customers: We accept paypal. Pay securely with [link removed by eBay]. Payment must be made within 7 days from close of auction. We ship as soon as funds clear. If you have questions, please ask them before bidding. REFUNDS We leave no stones un-turned insuring our customers get what they bargained for. If you're not satisfied with this item, contact me. If we can't resolve the problem, you may return item in 'as purchased' condition (within 30 days) for a refund. Exchanges are another option. MINING THE LAGUNAS 1980-1983 Unpatented association claims, because of their larger

size i.e. 40 up to 160 acres, offer claim-holders advantages over single, 20 acre claim holdings. For one thing, B.L.M.'s recording fee remains the same as for a 20 acre claim. Then, for purposes of prospecting and/or starting up one’s mine, you've the mineral rights to a substantially-larger parcel of land. On such large acreages, conceivably, up to 160 acres per claim, with more prospectors in the field, your group's chances of making a momentous discovery are considerably-improved. Hopefully, your association's members will become beneficial team-players; each bringing unique skills, assets, and personalities to the collective. Associations do entail a certain un-quantifiable level of teamwork and cooperation, so one should strive to find a genial, like-minded cadre of partners. The challenge, as with any collaboration, is in establishing trust. On the TV series LEGEND OF BEAR GULCH, I was absolutely delighted to see how well the Dale brothers and sons worked together and got along in general. Too bad partnerships can't always be that way. Back in the 1980s, I became part of a four member association. Our team was exploring a large claim group outside Yuma, Arizona. One day while sampling an untested gulch, I chanced to hit a virgin pocket. I loved to hunt for wild gold and, by this time, had developed a pretty good nose for it. While my partners took care of other mine matters, I had free rein to prospect to my heart's content. After driving my van as far back into the boonies as possible, I'd strap my drywasher to a backpack frame and light out for parts unknown. What had proven key to past successes was getting off the beaten path. Mind you, a prospector is never destined to get rich drywashing in this region; nonetheless, the rewards of finding

color where no one else thought to look are incalculable. On this particular day, having found serious

color for a change, I packed my concentrates back to the main compound. Knowing what enthusiastic gold-diggers they were, I invited my partner's kids to get in on the action. Offered the chance to pan fresh cons, they eagerly dove in. In short order, we accumulated about 3/4 oz. of nice character nuggets. Seeing good gold for a change, the atmosphere amongst our group became very upbeat. We gathered that evening for dinner, music, and fellowship. In the mining game, positivity has a nasty habit of turning on a dime. A couple of days passed. Returning from a logistics run to Yuma, I discovered my one partner who quoted scripture took it upon himself to invite some stranger with a D8 cat to ram a road through the middle of the wash where I'd just made the discovery. In the process of cutting a road, the entire topography was turned upside down. If you know desert prospecting and placer gold, you understand how this would affect sampling. With no natural terrain to read, with the original formations destroyed, testing becomes entirely a hit or miss proposition. Our shrewd road-builders had altered the lay of the land so dramatically, it became impossible to read the ground as it had existed before. In these remote diggings, amongst a claim group encompassing roughly 6000 acres, my partner, his family, and the Catman were gleefully extending my hole in different directions hunting for the paystreak. Hiking down to the digs, I found one very large Caterpillar and assorted vehicles parked near my hole. Their road-building plan had made this joint venture all very convenient, so, during my absence, they simply decided to jump my hole. Putting yourself in my shoes, wouldn't you have been just a tad torqued? Prior to their escapades, I had been looking forward to our team (not including unknown partners) working the wash together. It wasn't the first time this same party had pulled a similar stunt on me, so what, really, should I have expected? What is it they say about changing 'spots on a leopard?' Ironically, even with the D8, they found about enough gold to fit in a gnat's eye. That's one time I'm glad a paystreak petered out. Call it justice. Call it karma. I call it lucky to learn what kind of partner I had. The worst of his escapades were yet to come, but by that time, I'd sold out my interest, hit the road for B.C., and thank heavens am still here to tell the tale. Thanks for checking out my diggings, but be advised, this is MY HOLE! Would you believe some sellers 'borrow' my photos and use my writeups verbatim to peddle their own products? Ebay implemented rules against IP plagiarism long ago, so be advised. Thanks for checking out my store. Gold of Eldorado 6-5-12