Wednesday, November 18, 2009


We recieved a question from a Youtube user and wanted to share our response as an educational prospecting tip!

Hi , I've just purchased a Gold Bug Detector and have been enjoying your Videos and would like to ask a few questions . Noticed you use the small coil , do you use it all the time or just mainly in bedrock areas ? I will be detecting Bushland here in Victoria , old Aluvial sites . My detector came with the 3 coils so what would you recommend I use ? Any other tips on using the Gold Bug would be greatly appreciated . I have just ordered Zip Zip by Larry Sallee and also Advanced Nugget Hunting by Heydelaar and Johnson , they look like good books . Keep the Videos coming they are great , regards from Down Under.

Is your detector an original Gold Bug, or the new Gold Bug 2? I use the 3" coil exclusively. Less tiring for searching the hillsides, and gets down in the tight areas of bedrock after we have prepared our dig. One tip I can give you is to use a board, 4' x 4' plywood, to spread your material on. If you rake out larger rock, or screen your material onto the board, you get rid of a lot of the hot rocks, and other things that can affect your detector, and you'll pick up some really small gold. Be sure to pan sample your board "tailings", or save them to run through your sluiceing medium. If you are in a "pay zone" there will be fine gold, and even some detectable gold that you will not pick up on your board, It will surprise you how much gold you might otherwise throw back into the ground!! I will be happy to answer any guestions you may have, and try to help you overcome adjustment problems with your detector. Feel free to write anytime. From the desert of Arizona, Buddy and Chris

Thursday, August 20, 2009


The relatives had come to visit. Cindy's sister, Teresa, and her boyfriend, Jack, had never been to Arizona and naturally, wanted to spend a day in the desert and see how we use a metal detector when we prospect for gold.
We had been living in the desert for a few years now and so it seemed reasonable to explain a few things. Jack carried a pistol. I did't carry guns, so I told him to leave it in the truck. We did'nt use our desert critters for target practice, not even the occasional rattlesnake we might encounter. Next, we explained that everything in the desert will bite you, sting you, including the plants, so be aware of your surroundings, watch where you step, reach or squat. Then away we went.
I took Jack to the creek, scratched some material around and found a small piece of gold with my Gold Bug detector. Cindy and Teresa went exploring down the canyon.
Only a few minutes went by when there was a ruchus down canyon, and Cindy and Teresa came running up. Seems that Cindy had led them smack dab to a hornets nest! They had outrun the hornets, and while I was chuckling over the situation I sat down and reached to steady myself and ZAPP! Out from a rock comes about a 4 inch long scorpion that had just nailed me on the end of my finger! I did quite the prospector 2 step for a couple of minutes, as what felt like the sting of a 100 bees shot through my hand and arm. Cindy showed great concern as she turned to Jack and said,"Watch Buddy and see if he passes out or goes into convulsions or something, Teresa and I are going up canyon!" Away they went and Jack kept staring at me for a few minutes.
All of a sudden from up canyon Teresa lets out a yell. " Jack, Buddy, got to go home, Cindy just sat on a cactus!"
Now something just did'nt seem quite right here. I just got stung from a deadly desert critter and since I did'nt go down right off, the girls took a walk, Jack stared at me, and now Cindy sits on a cactus, all of a sudden we've got to go home?
Getting home was a trip! We laughed till our sides hurt as we went over the events of the day. Meanwhile, I'm trying to 4 wheel it out of the desert one-handed, as my hand and arm had'nt regained feeling yet and Cindy is draped face down over the back seat like an old rug, moaning with every bump, cause she can't sit up!
When we got home the entertainment continued, as Jack and I enjoyed a cold beer, and all of us kept on laughing at the screams and moans coming from the bathroom as Teresa took the tweezers to pull the cactus spines from Cindy's butt!
The Moral Of This Story? Don't try to impress the city folk with your expertise on desert survival. Just take them out and let them find out on their own!!!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


This was our total take from our dig today, 4.4 Grams. The 3.2 nugget on the top right we named, The Pack Man Nugget! Buddy.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Finding Something Of Value

Like all new ventures, it's taken time, patience, many disappointments, and many mistakes to become completely confident in my abilities to prospect, and trust the detector's ability to locate the gold.
My demonstrations on how to use the Fisher line of metal detectors are not designed around "mans" inate ability to contract "Gold Fever" by reading a book, seeing a large piece of Gold, or hearing all the "hype" from someone, who is more anxious to separate you from your money than be concerned with what your potential is to actually find something of value.
Into 5 months of prospecting on our claim, 2-3 days a week, we found a 3.2 gram nugget!
We arrived around 10am. This particular area of our claim required us to remove a yard (27 cubic feet) of barren boulder and gravel-pack, to expose a 2ft x 6ft area of bedrock. After a 9-hour day of digging, bucket sampling, detecting, there it was, all by itself, 3 inches in the crack of the bedrock. It was 7pm. Our take for the week including the nugget. Video will be added soon. BUDDY

Some Visiting Critters Not So Easily Seen

A deer observing us while we are observing it.
A little tree frog resting on our equipment.

Some Visiting Critters Not So Easily Seen

A deer observing us while we are observing it.
A little tree frog resting on our equipment.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Some Unexpected Visitors

On one of our trips back to the truck after a long day at our claim we came across this beautiful Mohave Rattlesnake. Then a Transula had the right of way! We respected their Territory!!
This brings to mind a paper I wrote for my college english 101 class back in 1986.
It was titled:

One of the best examples of "Classical Conditioning" I can give is an experience in conditioning that I, myself, acquired while living and working in the Arizona desert.
I spent many hours roaming the desert, "prospecting" for precious metals, or working on a mining claim, and I often came upon rattlesnakes. The sight of one would bring me to a halt, and send twinges of fear through me, until I could see for certain that I was in no danger of being bitten. By keeping a safe distance and prodding one of these snakes with a stick to get him to "rattle" so I would know the sound in case I happened upon one, while pushing through bushes and climbing over rocks, I would'nt need to actually see a snake to know that I was to close!
A rattlesnake's "rattle" is'nt the "chicka, chicka, chicka sound you hear in the movies. It's more like the "whirring" sound dried leaves make when they're vibrated together by a gust of wind. Hearing this sound somewhere near the vicinity of where I was standing would cause me to halt just as fast, and twinge in fear, as if I'd actually seen the snake.
My hearing and reaction to this "buzz" became so acute that a sound similar to it would create the same effects on me, even though it had nothing to do with a rattlesnake.
I became so attuned, in fact, that two years after after leaving the desert, I was helping a friend install a pipe in his chimney and had an experience that to him was extremely humorous, but at the time held absolutely no humor to me.
He had stopped at McDonald's to eat when in town to pick up the pipe. He crumpled up his papers and threw them on the floor of the car, and they came to rest in the pipe. When we had returned and pulled into the garage, I reached into the car to retrieve the pipe, the paper trickled down it a little, making a familiar "buzz", and the speed at which I let go of that pipe and excited the garage apparently was very funny to my friend because he laughed for twenty minutes! My heart beat did'nt slow down for that twenty minutes and from my explanation of the situation, he realized that the "buzz" had really frightened me.

Neutral Stimulus
NS( "Buzz")
Unconditional Stimulus---Unconditional Response
Conditioned Stimulus---Conditioned Response
CS--------------------- CR

In response to a question, "Would a "child" recognize that a rattlesnake was something to be feared?", making the snake the "UCS".

A child the age of Albert, 11, ( J.B. Watson's experiment ) could be conditioned to fear a rattlesnake in the laboratory. He may not no for sure that it was a "rattlesnake", probably any snake would cause him fear, once conditioned.
My own two boys, ages 3 and 4 at the time, played with water snakes from a nearby pond, when we lived in Arizona. We had come across a few "rattlers", and shown the boys the difference in size and appearance between "bad" rattlesnakes, and "good" water or garden snakes.
Apparently this "conditioning" worked because, as I was about to reach for a shovel to do some work one day, my son, Chris, age 4, from about twenty yards behind me, yelled that I was about to step on a rattlesnake! The importance of this is that he said, "rattlesnake", not snake. Sure enough, about 2" from my foot was a foot-long baby "rattler". Had I not froze, and checked the situation out, I might have been bitten. How Chris had seen this small snake from that distance is beyound me, but I'm sure glad our "conditioning" the boys to the reptiles of the desert paid off!

In "OPERANT CONDITIONING", a response is followed by a re-enforcement.
In these first few weeks of school, I have studied and worked hard, the result being that I have recieved an "A" average in my subjects.

Study and hard work----An "A" in my subjects.
I recieved a +5 WELL DONE from my teacher on this paper. BUDDY.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009


One of my most memorable encounters with a desert creatue was when I prospected the Mineral Mountain area east of Apache Junction, Arizona.
I spent a few weeks as watchman on a mining claim, where I stayed in a little camp trailer provided by the owner. It had sat idle for quite some time and a packrat had obviously decided to set up housekeeping.
Now, packrats are interesting desert critters. Aptly named, they collect and save anything and everything. They are also noted for their tendency to barter and trade items of interest.
My first day on the job, I knew a packrat was somewhere, as I spent a good part of the morning picking up silverware that had been strewn around the ground near the camper. When I opened the sillverware drawer, sure enough, it was crammed with cactus beans, twigs, acorns, and various pieces of ribbon and cloth!
Late in the evening I would start the generator to freeze water in the fridge to keep my foodsuffs fresh, watch a little TV or read, then fall asleep. Around 2:00 in the mourning I would feel the thumpity, thump, thump of this packrat running around this big 6 foot long pillow that I had, on his early morning rounds. This didn't bother me too much, and went on for about a week.
Then one night, the packrat had begun his nightly run, and I just happened to roll over at the same time. He zigged, I zagged, and this rat, about the size of a housecat went right to the bottom of my sleeping bag!! I'm here to tell you, there was a flurry of activity for the next couple of minutes as I gouged, he gouged, and a race ensued as to who was going to get out of that sleeping bag first!! It turned out to be a tie. He went one way, I went another. I don't know what that rat was thinking, but I decided then and there that one of us had to go, and it wasn't going to be me!
Well, to make a short story long, I bought the biggest rat trap I could find, loaded it with peanut butter, and just knew that I would be awoke when that thing slammed shut, and my rat problem would be solved.
The next morning, the trap was still set, but the peanut butter was gone! Now, I'm dealing with on smart rat. So, I loaded the trap with a real fine "dagwood" sandwich, stacked high with peanut butter, cheese, and bacon. I'm surprised I didn't lose a finger, caus this thing would go off with the slightest breath!
The next morning, the trap was still set, cleaned right down to the shiny brass! Now I wasn't so interested in trapping this genius of a rat as I was more interested as to how he could possibly clean that trap without setting it off.
Once again, I used the last of my fixins to build a larger dagwood, a really "hair" trigger and fell asleep. I woke when I heard some rustling around the trap, and sat mesmerezed as, using the very tip of his tongue, oh so gently, this rat polished of the last of the dagwood, cleaned the trigger bright and shiny, and didn't set the thing off!
And then, as quickly as my packrat friend had come into my life, he was gone. I guess when he figured I was out of sandwiches and silverware, it was time to find more suitable living quarters!!! BUDDY.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009


From the story, Living And Learning From The Desert, Buddy has added some details I left out! Here is his story!
I had decided to up-grade our situation a little, and build us an out-house. After all, I did have the material just laying around, a tree saw and a hammer.
After a few hours work and no major incidents involving gushing blood or smashed fingers, I stood back to view my work of art. This was a thing of beauty. Solid 2x4 construction, with plywood flooring, and I had gone so far as to buy a padded seat and cover.
One day while I was enjoying a cup of coffee, an SUV vehicle pulled up in the wash, and a little old gent jumped out and made a bee-line up the path to our little building. "The nerve of some people, not even the courtesy to ask if they could use the restroom!"
I watched with some amuzement as he opened the door and stepped in. Now, give it a few seconds, the door opens, and there's no way to describe the look on this old gent's face, as he waddled back down the trail, mumbling to himself as he got into the vehicle and headed out across the desert.
You see, I had'nt "QUITE" finished the thing. I had yet to find the means to cut a hole for it.
I'll leave it to you to wonder, as I did, the conversation that took place in that vehicle. "It's not my fault, ETHEL, there was no hole in that outhouse!!!" BUDDY.Puma_English_Banner_468x60_10_19_06


The total take for the day!
After we detected the .6 gram piece of placer gold we used our sluice box in the one day excavation.

Videos filmed by our son, Chris. BUDDY.


Using a metal detector can greatly increase your chances of finding placer gold. I use the Fisher Gold Bug with the small coil, which is good for narrow and tight spots with-in the bedrock. You can see in the video, that the coil comes in handy again for reducing your dirt material you grabed from the ground. "ZIP and FLIP" I call it! At the end of this dig, there it is in my palm! It is a .6 gram nugget. This is the first video in our instructional set of Gold Prospecting Videos.

Video filmed by our son, Chris who is also helping with the digging! More to come! BUDDY.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Live With or Live Without Conviences

We get so used to modern living with electricity, running water, gas and electric stoves and a store or shopping center close to home that we can't imagine that it's possible to get along without these conviences. My family and I lived for eight months in the Arizona desert, and it is possible to live without modern conviences and even fun.
How many times have you turned on the shower and stood there for 20 minutes while gallons of water flow over you and then disappear down the drain? You may not be paying for the water, but the electricity to heat it costs quite a bit. When water is scarce, you can get just as clean by sponging down with a gallon of water! As a matter of fact, my wife, two boys and I used only 65 gallons of water per week, to drink, cook, and bath in.
Cooking can be fun and save money when your away from modern conviences. We had a coleman stove that used white gas, and by cooking most of our meals, and heating our water over a campfire, we used about one gallon of fuel per month. That fuel only cost about $4.00.
Electricity is probably the most needed convience in modern day living. Without it you can't turn all the lights in your house on, run the dishwasher, watch television or listen to the radio. Being without these conviencies can be terrible, right? WRONG!
A coleman lamp will use about one gallon of fuel a month. You only need it on for a couple of hours each night to finish the supper dishes and read a little. It also helps to take the early morning chill out of the cabin. After all, when you don't have TV or radio, or electrical appliances, night time is for sleeping. You also get up much earlier, feeling more rested.
The boys night-lite was the full moon shinning through the windows, and music to lull them to sleep with was provided by the coyotes yelping on a distant hill.
We came away from the desert knowing that living without modern conviences isn't something that everyone could do, but everyone should try sometime.
Buddy wrote this story for one of his English Journals back in 1986. Costs have gone up some by now but the idea was to live on as little as we could and he had fun calculating those costs then! I also want to add that around Christmas time we had a small tumbleweed as our x-mas tree. We set it up on the top of our stepvan's engine cover inside. We had a visit from one of my sisters and her family x-mas day. That morning the boys also told us they heard BELLS sometime during the night! hemmm???WazzambaMemberSignUpHalfBannerBorder

Living and Learning from the Desert

I remember our last camping experience in the desert before the boy's had to enroll in school. We had a chevy stepvan then, with bunkbeds in the back built by my husband. We were invited to visit Arizona by some folks we met at Buckskin Joe, near Canon City, Colorado, during our previous visits to Colorado. We found a dirt road leading into the desert from the highway near Apache Junction, Az. We parked along side a nice dry wash. Did some Gold Prospecting and seached for Arrowheads, Driftwood and such. We came upon a natural spring along the top of the bank of the wash, about five foot up. My husband put holes in a tin coffee can and attached the can to a shrub just under the spring. We now had a shower! Ice cold, but in the heat of the day it was great!
We had the neccessary camping equipment to cook, and light our camping area with and a huge ice chest that kept our food cold. Once a week we drove into town to replenish our supplies and do laundry.
We met several interesting people while we camped out in the desert. On one of our return trips we were followed into our camp spot. The gentleman introduced himself and we found out he owned the mining claim area we were on. After a nice visit with him he asked if we would be interested in staying in a little trailer he had set up a little farther down the road, as watchmen. We agreed and we spent the rest of the summer and part of the fall there.
My husband built an outdoor potty house but did not take the time to cut out the hole inside; we never used it. An unexpected visitor driving by stopped and ran to it and went inside. He came out shaking his head and took off.
It turned out that the trailer was between two washes and when it rained they both ran with water! So we learned about getting to high ground when in doubt about what would happen to the trailer. It stayed securely in it's spot!
One day we had visitors who were a little lost. After a nice visit we invited them to stay for dinner. They were from back east and were on their honeymoon, never been out west. After we ate they took notice of our attire and asked why we all had our long socks over the bottoms of our pants. So we commenced to explain about the desert in the evenings how scorpions and snakes start to move about and all of a sudden they had to leave!
Before our experience here was over we met another visitor; actually we picked this hitch-hiker up on one of our trips back from town after checking out his story. He just finished working in a carnival, sitting on the biggest cooler we had ever seen! Spending a week with us in the desert we learned how to skin a rattlesnake, cook it, de-bone it and make rattlesnake vertebrae necklaces! The hitch-hiker said we would be in his book he was writing,"Five Hundred Thousand Miles by the Educated Thumb".
We met one more person out here that summer who turned out to be my husband's first prospecting buddy. That will be another story! I, Cindy, wrote this story.Save up to 80% on Former Bestsellers, Books for Kids, B&N Classics, and More in our bargain book section!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Gold of Lynx Creek

Lynx Creek, and surrounding area, located just out of Prescott, Arizona, was discovered around 1863-1864. The area was a major gold producer and is filled with interesting mining history. The area has a huge drainage system and each spring run-off and summer monsoon flooding has a tendency to move material around, replenishing small flakes & dust of gold. This makes the Lynx Creek Recreation area a perfect location for the novice prospector to get started. Try shaking out the grass roots and moss in your pan, or sweep the cracks in the bedrock. You are almost assured to find "color" and small flakes.
The gold at Lynx Creek is in the form of real thin small flakes, and there is plenty of "super dust", pin-point little pieces. This makes for an ideal place to perfect your panning techniques. I have always said, "If you can pan gold at Lynx Creek, you will be able to pan anywhere in the country".
Good Luck and Happy Hunting!!

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Gold & Critters

The power of the mention of a gold discovery brings to mind the time we were on one of our early camping and prospecting trips to Lynx Creek, just out of Prescott,Arizona. It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon and the creek was lined with people enjoing themselves and panning along the banks and small pools of water. The soothing buzz of insects, chirp of birds, and clinking of tools against bedrock, was suddenly broken by an excited, "Gold, I found nuggets"!
Heads turned up creek, and a few folks actually grabbed up their tools and headed for the "discovery". Of course, the "rush" was short lived, when the "prospector" turned out to be Jim, our 2 -1/2 foot tall, chubby, little three year old! He had just panned his first little pieces of gold and just had to let the world know about it! The rest of the afternoon and well into evening around the campfire was filled with joy and laughter as the story was told and retold, how little Jim had created such a stir along the creek!
The excitement of our outing didn't end there. After supper and story-telling around the fire, we all turned in for a restfull nights sleep. All was still until 2:00 in the morning, when I was awakened by this "sniff, sniff, sniff" sound. I slowly turned over and was suddenly eyeball to eyeball with the biggest Mamma Skunk I'd ever seen!
My movement caused her to back out of my tent and go on sniffing around the campfire area. I, in turn, woke everyone up as quitely as I could and we all retreated to the "safety" of our truck! We spent about an hour observing this old skunk checking out our camp area before becoming bored and meandering off, allowing us to return to bed.
It seems we had left some potatoes baking in the coals of the fire, to have for breakfast. The smell of them cooking probably got the skunk's attention. How she managed to not spray us all remains a mystery!!
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Our First Trip Out West

Buddy, my husband, and I, Cindy, and our sons Chris, 4 and Jimmy, 3 lived in a tent and a blue van, during our vacation in Colorado, at the Royal Gorge KOA campground in 1979. I worked at the Emporium Gift Shop at Buckskin Joe during our summer stay that year. Buddy was hired there also as a Gunfighter in their every hour shows for the tourists. Both Buddy and I sang country songs inside the saloon in between the gunfights and the magic shows. We worked for tips. We fell in love with the western way of life; easy laid back style. When it came time for the boys to enter school, we moved to Arizona.
Buddy became interested in Gold-Prospecting and Geology. He took geology classes at Yavapai College in Prescott, AZ. We took the boys out with us camping and prospecting at Lynx Creek, in Prescott several times. Go to to see the photo of Dad and the boys! The story that follows is written by Buddy.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Our First Family Blog

Welcome to our blog where we will be sharing our own true family stories with a touch of humor! Since the purchase of our own mining claim we call, Cinbud's Gold, and the use of this blog, we can now share our Gold-Prospecting experiences with you. We hope to be an informational resource for you in the Art of Gold-Mining!Save Up To 75% At the Road Runner Sports Outlet_234x60Create your own FREE Website

Our First Family Blog

Welcome to our blog where we will be sharing our own true family stories with a touch of humor! Since the purchase of our own mining claim we call, Cinbud's Gold, and the use of this blog, we can now share our Gold-Prospecting experiences with you. We hope to be an informational resource for you in the Art of Gold-Mining!Save Up To 75% At the Road Runner Sports Outlet_234x60Create your own FREE Website

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