Category: Gold (Page 2 of 4)

After what seemed like forever, we were back out in the goldfields. As last year, we were guests of the Pirates and joined their convoy at Leonora to spend a week on a mining lease near the Murrin Murrin mine site. Murrin Murrin is a huge nickel and cobalt mine located between Leonora and Laverton. There is also a deserted townsite dating back to the gold rush days, one of many in the area.

Once again were a little late getting over to the campfire after setting up camp as the caravaners beat us again to evening drinks. We have vowed that next time when we have our Mobi we will be the first to the fire.

The first day was spend detecting close to the camp, as usual, we were good at finding shotgun pellets and rusty nails but struggled to find any gold targets. This year Greg lent me a SDC2300 which is a proper gold detector, not a relic or treasure machine like our Equinox which had proved to be unsuitable on the highly mineralised ground in this part of WA. The SDC specialises in finding small gold near the surface while Debbie’s GPX is good at finding larger deeper targets.

The following day we were led out to try and find a area that Krissy had identified as a potential good spot just a couple klms. away. It is just as well we had retired the Subaru for these trips because this was some serious 4×4 off road driving. It’s funny, if ever I reverse off of our drive at home, a little too fast, Debbie makes such fuss, suggesting that she may have whiplash due to my terrible driving, yet when someone tells her that there is “gold in them there hills” we can bump through gorges and river beds, over rocks and crevices without a murmur, in fact, she actively encourages it, actually it was great fun. When we finally came to a stop, we find ourselves by some hills and some promising looking ground.

Now that we both had detectors, we had to rethink how we operated. Even though we were part of a group, safety is still vitally important as getting lost in the bush is a real possibility and not something to be recommended. When we had just the one viable detector, we worked together, mostly it was Debbie operating the machine while I did the digging (she calls me her “pick bitch”) and operated the drone or the GoPro. As we were both together having the one satellite navigation unit was ok. Unfortunately, it is not easy to use two detectors in close proximity without them interfering with each other. There are ways to de-tune them, but it is not always convenient. So, one of us could wander off into the bush quite safely while the other needed to stay in sight of the car. This was not a major problem because I had learned that you were just as likely to find gold next to where you had parked as you were over the hill or behind that distant group of trees.

On this occasion, now that I am confident that Debbie can use the sat nav, she was sent off to wander while I detected within sight of the car. After about 20 minutes, having already unearthed a piece of rust, I had another shallow target. Fully expecting it to be another lead shot or sardine tin, I got back down on my knees and started sifting through the red dust. Having got down to the last thimble full of soil I was left with a tiny grain of something hard. It was about the size of a shotgun pellet but was not the same shape or colour. It made the detector sing so it was metal but it was also yellow. It was so small that I had to put my glasses on to see it, which was no easy task due to the sun hat, fly net and headphones that I was wearing. Once I got a closer look I could confirm that it was gold, it might have been the smallest nugget in the world but it was my first ever find. You are supposed to announce any finds over the radio with a call of “nuggy, nuggy, nuggy” but I was so excited I forgot, by the time I remembered, I thought that it was so tiny it probably wouldn’t count.

Now, what to do with the nugget? Debbie had the finds pot, and she was…. who knows, somewhere over yonder hill. It too small to put in my pocket and too precious (to me) to risk losing. So, I had to pinch it between my finger and thumb and find my way back to the car. Once I got back, Liz, who had been watching me came over and gave me a little pill pot to put it in. By this time, as I had been holding it so tight it had imbedded itself into my skin and I had to scrape it off to get it into the pot. I was a little embarrassed about making such a fuss over such a tiny piece of gold, but Liz was so enthusiastic about my first find that I felt just a little taller just for a few seconds.

So back up the hill, to where I had found the tiny piece of gold to see if there was anymore. Just a few feet away, another faint signal and after a little bit of digging and scraping I discovered that the first find wasn’t in fact, the smallest piece of gold in the world, I had just discovered a piece half the size. By the end of the day, I had found five tiny nugget’s, together they would weigh less than a gram but it didn’t matter, I had had great fun. When Debbie emerged from the bush, she had also had success with a single nugget that would have been twice the size of all mine added together.

The next day, we headed to another spot where Debbie found another couple of nuggets, while I had to be content with nails and bullets cases. At smoko we had planned to go together to the spot that Debbie had made her finds but Greg had learned of some poachers on the lease, so we moved to another spot. Debbie was disappointed to miss out on her “patch” but I found a another small piece close to the car again. The poachers got wind that we were around and packed up camp and disappeared pretty quickly.

We were on the move again after lunch and again Debbie ventured off into the bush while I mooched around by the cars again. Neither of us had any further success but as Liz announced on the radio it was time to call it a day, one of our party, who was walking back over the ground I had just been been detecting on stumbled across a 10 gram sun-baker (a sun-baker is a nugget sitting on the surface) worth around $1000-00. It was a lovely piece and the largest found by our group all week.

Unfortunately, we then had to make an unscheduled trip to Leonora and on the way had decided that we really needed to buy another eTrex GPS unit, so that both of us could safely wander about in the bush. This was going to have to be a purchase for another time. Later that evening, once we had returned to camp, Liz and Greg had organised a quiz around the campfire. Debbie has a history of doing well at Greg’s quizzes and again won the star prize, a Garmin eTrex GPS unit. We had missed out on a days detecting due to our visit to Leonora but still ended the day with a win.

The remaining days yielded only a couple of small nuggets between us, but we enjoyed a trip to the old township bottle bank where Debbie found an interesting bottle stopper. We also made a visit to an historical graveyard which gave an insight into the hard times some of the old timers had and a quick detect with the Equinox around the ruins of the old pub. I think Greg just wanted to show me that the machine was not completely useless.

Our original plan was that once this tour was over, that we would head off on our own to some pending ground, but Greg and Liz kindly offered for us stay at their new camp on their new lease, which was offer too good to refuse.

Not without a bit of interference from that pesky Eddie.

More to follow soon.

It is scheduled to be built in September and then shipped from South Africa, where they have become very popular in recent years.

I’m not sure if it was the Queen-size, hotel quality bed or the massive en suite that did it for Debbie, it’s off-road capabilities and light weight certainly impressed me.

So, about 18 months after our first attempt to find some Gold, Debbie has recovered her first little nuggets. Some beginners may be lucky enough to stumble into the bush with random equipment and find their fortune and good on them, but for the rest of us it seems that you can’t beat experience and if you haven’t got any, the way to go is to find people who are happy to share their experience with you. So, a big thank you to Greg, Elizabeth, and Chrissy for setting us on the right path. I think we would have got there on our own eventually, but they have really help us by sharing their knowledge with us. If we can’t get out before, or next big trip is booked for May 2022 and this time we are not on the “beginners tour”. Bring it on!

So we arrive at camp and while caravaners carefully place the fruit bowls on their tables behind their frilly net curtains, we do the real thing and set up camp. While only half set up I looked over at the caravaners gathering at the camp fire, already on their second glass of wine, and I start to wonder if there might be something in this caravaning lark after all.

Eventually we do finish and join the others around the fire, and to be honest you needed to be by the fire. Once we stopped setting up camp we realised how cold it actually was. At the appropriate time, the caravaners retired to their centrally heated hotels on wheels, while we snuggled up with our hot water bottles in our swag. We didn’t really mind, once you were in, it is very cosy, just don’t try getting up in the night for a wee!

The sunrise in the morning was spectacular, but best not to stray too far from the fire.

Early start again on the now familiar Great Eastern Highway, breakfast at The Meckering Roadhouse. Not the best coffee in the world and microwaved sausage rolls were average but the loo was clean.

Lunch was at Southern Cross a mere 400 klms from home and a good time to give the legs a stretch. Then on to Kalgoorlie, 8 hours and 600 klms from home and an overnight stop at the Hospitality Inn. Dinner was in the Exchange of course, I don’t think we could go to Kal without stopping for a pint in the Exchange.

We skipped the now infamous breakfast at the motel and headed for Leonora, stopping off at The Gwallia ghost town and Hoover House for tea and scones.

The little settlement that grew up around the Sons of Gwalia Mine in the late 1890s thrived until the final whistle blew on 28 December 1963, closing the mine and putting 250 men out of work. Gwalia’s 1200-strong population fell to just 40 in less than three weeks.

I installed a CB Radio in the car for this trip and it had already proved its worth. When you are on the tail of a road train it is a bit of a gamble to overtake them, but if you introduce yourself over the radio and ask the truckie to let you know when it is safe to pass, the whole manoeuvre feels much safer.

Next stop was the car park at the Leonora gun club where we were to meet up with the other Pirates and create a convoy to camp (CB radio came in useful again here).