Last weekend I met up with Paul, a fellow gold fossicker. I’d arranged to show him a spot on the creek I’d been working. We met at the caravan park, and headed off to the creek.
After showing Paul where I was going to work, he picked a spot down stream from me, in a rocky part of the creek, with some bedrock coming up out of the stream and up the bank.
I tried to keep the water out of my boots for about two hours before giving up. You’ve just got to get in there, water and all.
Paul kept distracting me with yells of joy, as he found gold in his pan time and again. I had to keep going over to see what he was yelling about( the way he was yelling, you’d have thought each pan contained “The Welcome Stranger”).
The area we were working is shown on the above map, West Coast Creek. The dots represent alluvial gold deposits, covering the old creek bed, between the north and south hills. Old mine tunnels and workings are shown as well.
After about six hours, I’d had enough. The photo above shows what came out of the sl