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Boise Gold Dig
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(See Boise Gold on Google Earth at: Latitude: 43°49.353'N Longitude: 115°14.735'W)
Wet-n-Wild On The Boise River
Boise Gold is the name of the GPAA claim along the Middle Fork of the Boise River. This is an area far more remote than where I'd been going on Little Smoky Creek. This is real Idaho wilderness. It's steep, wild and rugged. Which means, of course, I love being up there.
The Boise River contains a lot of gold, but it can be hard to get to it as there is a LOT of material that has been deposited in this river channel over thousands of years. However, it is still a great place to dig and has far more potential to get good gold than other areas.
Unfortunately, my time at Boise Gold didn't go quite like I had wanted. I didn't get into a lot of gold as I didn't concentrate my efforts on one particular spot, but spent time digging in different areas trying to get a feel for the place.
And then there was the rain --- hours and hours of rain.
I can't remember the last time I'd been that wet. I worked right through it for some time, but it eventually wore me down. My digging partners and I then decided to just fill some buckets with material and head home. Naturally, as soon as we did so it quit raining.
All told it was a fun trip, but I wish it had gone better. Still, being that I am Joe Humor, I managed to get myself into a couple of funny predicaments.
When we first arrived at the claim on Friday night, it was already dark. I didn't let that stop me from taking a look around, however, as I wanted to get an idea of where to start digging in the morning before I went to bed.
So, with an LED lantern in one hand and a flashlight in the other, I went poking around the area. At one point, I climbed up out of the river bottom to the road about 60 yards up the steep hill. I wanted to see things from above a bit while I conducted my investigation. While walking down the road, I saw headlights coming toward me. I then stepped over to the side of the road to get out of the way of whoever was coming.
As I neared the edge of the road, looking down the steep embankment, I decided I'd shut my lights off and step completely off the road so the people in the oncoming vehicle wouldn't even know I was there. It's just a thing with me, I hate being seen by others while out in the woods. I guess it's just my hunter instinct to stay hidden.
Anyway, as I stepped right on the side of the road, while trying to shut my lantern off, suddenly the dirt below me gave way and I found myself sliding straight down the embankment toward the river at the bottom. The lantern flew from my hand, bounced, and went off as it rolled. I could feel gravel under my butt, branches of bushes tugging at my arms, and a whole lot of not much under my feet.
Now, you'd think I might have been worried about where I was going to land or what parts of my body were going to be ripped off as I fell through the brush and rocks, but you know what was running through my head?
"Man, I've got to get my flashlight turned off so this car coming up the road won't see me falling!" With that in mind, I stuffed the flashlight up against my stomach to hide its light as there was no way I could find the switch while falling.
Now, what the heck kind of logic is that? I'm falling on my butt, sliding through bushes and gravel, headed toward a wild river in the dark out in the middle of remote wilderness and my only concern is not being seen?
Sometimes, I just don't know about me.
However, I eventually found my feet and stood back up, ending my fall well short of a creating a giant splash in the river. Amazingly, I only sustained a couple of minor scratches, and even my lantern turned out to be OK.
And the vehicle on the road drove right on by, clueless that I was even around. Guess I accomplished my goal then, huh? Good thing I didn't break my noggin and actually need help. Then, keeping myself hidden might not have been such a good idea.
The other stupid thing that I did while on this trip was to give myself a good scare.
I got in my truck on Saturday ready to start it up and head home and guess what? It wouldn't start! It cranked over, but it was obviously getting no fuel as it wouldn't even think about starting.
Well, my truck has two fuel tanks. Right now, only one is functional as I need to replace the fuel pump in the other. Somehow, I had managed to flip the fuel tank switch, putting it on the non-functional tank.
I sat there, very worried, for several minutes trying to figure out what the heck was wrong with my truck before I finally realized what I had done.
It was quite a scare, you know? I mean, there isn't exactly a auto parts store or a mechanic handy on the Middle Fork of the Boise River.
Ah well, once I figured out what the problem was, my good old dependable truck started right up and brought us safely home.
Well, OK, now that I've told you about my wet, not much gold, fall on my butt, scare myself experiences, how about some pictures?
Sounds good to me. This place is incredibly rugged and beautiful so enjoy.
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