January 2013 camping at Ophir, I did some hard digging to fill up 2 x 15L paint buckets and lugged them back to camp next to the river to pan it out.
Back in those days as the kids call it the "olden days" lol, use to take me 1.5 hours to pan off and backwash a full pan of gravel and 4 hours to do a 15L bucket as I was scared of loosing a spec as I put in way too much effort getting the dirt but also the amount of time it use to take me panning and back washing. Huh, now those days are well and truly over!
Got my first match head picker in the first 15L bucket with a beauty shape that made a great noise when dropped into the pan and I was stoked. My heart was palpitating, my back was sore and so were my knees, I was dry mouthed and hungry too but that all couldn't stop me holding back carrying on big time even doing a jig with a smile from ear to ear
My oldest boy Christopher 5 at the time came up from behind and was wondering what all the fuss was about and grabbed the snuffer bottle and I could see what was about to happen as the tube in the snuffer bottle was all the way down into the bottle and all the visual information bottlenecked and everything slowed right down. I dropped the pan and reached out yelling noooooooooooo and with that I seen a geiser come out of the top of the snuffer bottle 8.(
I can still hear today the farting noise the bottle made when the water emptied and exited
I grabbed the suffer bottle from the little guys hands and low and behold there was no gold. We tried to find it but it was a lost battle trying to recover it.
I was pissed off and little Christopher was frightened so I grabbed the little guy and gave him a big ole hug and we had a good laugh about it after I explained it all to him.
That yarn always rears it's head by the campfire every trip, gold!