In an act of rockhounding generosity earlier that day, Ernie Walker had turned over his well-established hole to Melody and showed her what to look for since she was a newbie. She was thrilled when she found a fantastic beryl in matrix specimen that Harry ably cobbed to perfection for her. Upon seeing just how good it was, I carefully wrapped the specimen in newspaper for Melody. Although I didn't have the presence of mind to take a picture of it at the time, take if from me, it is a good as it gets. Melody was so elated and grateful, that there were hugs all around.
The Salis' and Amber's excitement and joy renewed my spirit and I set about, with Everett's help, re-opening the hole that we had started the day before. Having seen the many crystals that had been recovered from our hole, Harry Polly decided to come over to inspect our dirt and rock as it was being thrown out. Harry plucked out certain rocks that we tossed and washed them in Joe Sali's bucket of water that he had left sitting next to the hole. After a while, the hole narrowed so Everett got out to work the top with Harry.
According to Everett, one particular shovel full contained a palm-size rock that hit Harry in the foot. They both looked down to see a flash of green, but before Everett had a chance to react, Harry scooped up the rock and gave it a quick bath. From the bottom of my hole, I could hear Harry react with excitement, so I got up to see what he had found. Yep, it was a good one alright, at least from what I could see from a distance and before Harry stuffed it into his pocket. I had to say pretty please and promise to give it back before Harry would let me hold and inspect his specimen. Harry even let me take a picture of it, but only where he could keep an eye on me. Where has all the trust gone??? LOL
Mike & Harry
Harry's Beryl
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After Harry's find, he settled in for the duration. He and Everett formed an assembly line whereby Everett would inspect the rocks and dirt that I threw out of the hole and pass the good-looking rocks to Harry who would wash them in a bucket of water. As my hole got deeper and deeper, I could hear an occasional remark about finding another nice one from above - but would they let me see them all . . . noooooo . . . just that trust issue again!
When the damp micaceous dirt-covered pegmatite rock's angle of repose was exceeded for the 5th time that afternoon and I no longer had the energy or will to dig out the slumped in hole again, I dragged down any remaining overhanging loose dirt and rock and called it a day. Just before the final collapse, I pulled out the following nifty specimen and, with just a little bit of whining, Everett and Harry actually allowed me to keep it.
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I couldn't agree more with what bulging-pockets Harry said to Everett and me on our hike out of the forest, "It was a GOOD day at the Ray!".
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