Joined May 18 2010
103 years old
91? Ha ha!! Soquel, CA
Eastbay Gold Prospecting & Treasure Hunting Club
Not many good diggin years left. Gotta git to it!
OK now, it's Soquel, NOT So-Cal. Soquel is NOT located in southern Kalifornee. And, we're NOT part of "central" kalifornee. We are now, and have ALWAYS been, located in NORTHERN Kalifornee. SOQUEL (So-kel) is an Ohlone Indian name and was once home to over ten thousand Ohlone Indians. Soquel is located two miles inland from the beach at Capitola, CA. and about a half dozen miles south of Santa Cruz near the Santa Cruz Mountains foothills.
My wife of 27 years has no interest whatsoever for prospecting or panning. Seldom has she has joined me on my many trips to the Sierras; only a few times over the past half dozen years. So, gladly I leave her behind and head out for up to a week at a time, perhaps a dozen times or more a year. Truth is, it's for the better, as supplies last longer. Especially water. After a few days alone I do begin to understand why long time prospectors would head to town to spend their poke on booze, a bath, and a whore, then go back to work their claim.
As for me, I'll actually be turnin 66 this October (2012) and yes, for you tree huggin', otter lovin', friends of Flipper, ex-flower children, that means I'm a Libra, somewhat artistic and I do stop and smell a rose from time to time. I'm also a damn good cook and definitely a meat eater. Hell, I'm a 6 foot 4 inch, 250 pound Slav! I didn't get there by eating grass! May have smoked a little way back when, but that's another fireside tale and it ain't my diet. Give me a good, thick ribeye, on a good ole charcoal BBQ, carcinogens and all and a shot of Jack.
I'm a veteran of Viet Nam (Navy) and Desert Storm (Coast Guard) (with a short stint in the Army thrown in between); I like to sail, get my fat arse stuffed into a wetsuit and out in the Monterey Bay from time to time to do a little surfing or bellyboarding and I love the sight of a speck of something gold and shinny on a glistening black mat in the early morning sun as a crisp, clear creek runs over it. And I love the sight of something gold and shinny pokin' it's head through as the black sands begin to thin in the bottom of my pan.