I wish that I had taken more pictures in those days. This is the only one I have of this hunt. It is Uncle Bob unloading his truck at our campsite.
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It was Sept. 1972. I remember that year well. It was the year that Nancy had accepted my offer to become Mrs. DC. I had also qualified for the U.S. Olympic team headed to Munich, but with a soon to be new bride, I did not go. I worked and saved my money instead.
I was working as a plumber for my Uncle Bob, the one who had started me in detecting about 10 years before this particular hunt. He had promised me that he would take me on a real hunt some day, and this was it. We loaded up for a two night trip into the remote mining town of Silver City. Bob was using his 1961 Whites Treasuremaster, and I had Dads 1966 Whites Treasuremaster. Both top of the line in their time.
This was a place of fabulous gold and silver strikes in the 1800's and was a very large town at that time. It was just a ghost town with a few residents when we went there.
The mistake I made was trusting Bob to provide the food like he said he would. When we got to our camping spot, about all we had for provisions was in bottles. It is hard for a growing boy to live on booze alone in the Idaho mountains. We got so hungry after two days that took my .357 to the creek and shot at rainbow trout until I had stunned enough of them for frying up. Oh, no pots or pans either, I found out. I made a frame out of willows and cooked them anyway. They were delicious.
We had a good hunt. Bob found a bunch of old mercury flasks. I found some tokens and coins. We both found a lot of neat tools an relics as well. Too bad I have no idea where any of our treasure is now. Liquid lunch will do that for you. I believe that Bob ended up with all our finds, but he passed away in 1980 so who knows?
I miss Bob. He was a lot of fun. This photo just brought back a lot of memories for me. Thanks for looking DC
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It was Sept. 1972. I remember that year well. It was the year that Nancy had accepted my offer to become Mrs. DC. I had also qualified for the U.S. Olympic team headed to Munich, but with a soon to be new bride, I did not go. I worked and saved my money instead.
I was working as a plumber for my Uncle Bob, the one who had started me in detecting about 10 years before this particular hunt. He had promised me that he would take me on a real hunt some day, and this was it. We loaded up for a two night trip into the remote mining town of Silver City. Bob was using his 1961 Whites Treasuremaster, and I had Dads 1966 Whites Treasuremaster. Both top of the line in their time.
This was a place of fabulous gold and silver strikes in the 1800's and was a very large town at that time. It was just a ghost town with a few residents when we went there.
The mistake I made was trusting Bob to provide the food like he said he would. When we got to our camping spot, about all we had for provisions was in bottles. It is hard for a growing boy to live on booze alone in the Idaho mountains. We got so hungry after two days that took my .357 to the creek and shot at rainbow trout until I had stunned enough of them for frying up. Oh, no pots or pans either, I found out. I made a frame out of willows and cooked them anyway. They were delicious.
We had a good hunt. Bob found a bunch of old mercury flasks. I found some tokens and coins. We both found a lot of neat tools an relics as well. Too bad I have no idea where any of our treasure is now. Liquid lunch will do that for you. I believe that Bob ended up with all our finds, but he passed away in 1980 so who knows?
I miss Bob. He was a lot of fun. This photo just brought back a lot of memories for me. Thanks for looking DC