Apparently the diggings right near the camp collapsed onto some chinamen and their mates left them there for fear of the spirits etc (stories of ghosts abound), I was camped there back in 1991 and a massive flood had gone through leaving a lot of their shoring timbers exposed. A bloke called Ned Darcy and his mother were care taking for John Vancia at the time, some of the gold they were scraping out between the slates was beautiful (bugger all fines, all shotty nuggets up to 12 grams), but the clays were so fine they had to soak the wash for a couple of days before they could pan it off. I would say that gold is still there to this day because Ned and his Mum packed up while I was there and left me with a camp full of vegies with no fences and a mob of wild hungry cattle hell bent on eating said garden now that the guard dog was gone. One night I got so sick and tired of the cattle munching and crunching I dragged out the old double barrel shot gun and let of a few rounds into the air just to send them off back up the valley so I could get some sleep. I hate full moons in the bush!!
Ned and his Mum were digging down 2 and 3 feet between the massive slate bars (deco slate too (softish red colour) not green or exposed slate) and scraping out as much pug as they could, it was amazing to see just how far the gold had migrated down into the cracks with very little grit or wash to speak of. I took a tub of clay home with me and left it for about a week soaking, when I came back to wash it off the whole thing had just about solidified, I ended up getting close on half an ounce out of that tub of beautiful water worn pieces up to 0.5 gm, yet I got my prospect well away from the hot spot, would love to dig that lot out and put it through a sluice I can tell you. I would say the water coming through the loop of the Milkmans flat area before it bypassed the turn and cut a new path must have been fairly rushing at the point so the only thing being deposited was the gold everything else would have blown free, going by the size and shape of the slates would suggest this because only aggressive water action leaves them like that.
I have a funny feeling old Ray might have found that creek up MunGin way because he told me about a couple of loads of dirt he took out of some chinese diggings in a remote area that yielded over 7 ounces (form memory it was three or four 20 litre buckets full) maybe you might be able to jog his memory and we could do a trip in?
JP