Year: 2021

  • EPISODE 257 YUKON DIARY: “SALTING” A MINE SITE: (A ROCK FELL ON THE MOON)

    EPISODE 257   YUKON DIARY  “SALTING “ A MINE SITE    (A ROCK FELL ON THE MOON)


    alan skeoch
    Feb. 3021



    My job in Chibougamau’s wilderness in Northern Quebec was to carry and
    protect this magnetometer.  I was  17.  While doing so, I got to know a lot
    about mining…and lying.

    Mark Twain knew miners when he said “A mine is a hole in the ground, owned by a liar.”

    I have only been closely involved  in one ‘salted’ mine  site  and that was on
    my first bush job in the wilderness south west of Chibougamau, Quebec.  I may have
    mentioned this in an earlier episode but the salting of the Moon claims in Keno Hill
    put me in mind of that salted site in Northern Quebec.

    We had just finished  a  magnetometer job and were resting in an old lumber
    camp on the Opemiska road.  Gravel track where huge Euclid mine trucks had
    the right of way.  Smashed windshields from stirred up gravel were part
    of daily life in that derelict camp.  Glad to be away from the flies for a spell.  

    “Alan, I want you to go with Dr. Smith to look at a mine site north of here.”
    “Flying job?”
    “No, only way in is by boat…lakes are too small or too shallow…there will
    be a lot of portages.”
    “Canoe?”
    “No canoes available.  Boom times in Chibougamau…all canoes gone.”
    “So, we walk?”
    “No.  I managed to get you a rowboat.  Tough on the portages
    but easier on open  water with small outboard motor.”

    This happened in 1958.  Was just an 17 year old high school kid.  A beast of burden, really.
     A helper. A flunky.

    Dr. Smith was a nice older man. Bald. White hair. Anglo. Relaxed  kind of person of which there were
    not many.   It was a bitch of a job.  Just imagine trying to portage a rowboat on rocky, slippery, brush
    covered  trails.  We tried carrying the goddamn thing but sometimes had to just push it through
    the portage.  Then go back and get our gear.

    Very slow going.  Just to get to the site took us two  or three days.  We had an aerial photo
    and map as a guide.  No problem finding the spot.

    “Salted,”  said Dr. Smith who was a man of few  words.
    “Salted?” I had never heard of the term before.
    “Just look around.  What do you see?”
    “Look like some blasting has been done.”
    “Salted.”
    “Seems veins of some kind of shiny stuff…metallic”
    “Pyrite…worthless.”
    “Some chunks of Chalcopyrite though,”  I was sort of proud  of my discovery of that
    copper looking mineral embedded in Quartz.”
    “That’s the salt.  Somebody spread a few chunks around…brought it in. Then hired  us.”
    “Why?”

    Stock  market.  Penny stocks.  Whoever did this hired us to come  in here to 
    check out the site.  Took us a couple of days.  The information was  leaked  
    somehow such as “sending a  geologist to look over a new discover” promoted
    on the  stock exchange somewhere.  Stock goes up.  Promotors buy stock cheap…
    value goes  up suddenly on the news we were going into the site…buy cheap,
    sell high.
    stock  crashes when final report is made by a professional like
    Dr. Smith.  Marorie’s grandfather,  a pharmacist in Lindsay papered the
    bottom of his sock drawer with penny stocks…worthless…looked pretty.
     I have wondered about this short job for years.  Why could we only get
    a rowboat?  Think about it.  A goddamn rowboat! When we came back to the Opemiska camp I carried a big
    lump of pyrite with me.  Still have it somewhere out on the stone pile at the farm.

    SALTING OF THE MOON

    Did a huge 70 ton rock of near solid  galena (silver and lead mineral) roll down from the top
    of Keno Hill to the Moon mining claims that Priest and Bobicek now owned?
    Mining geologit Dr. Aho gave his opinion.  If  that really happened then the
    end result would be a stone the size of a pea.  Opinion.  Salted.  Dr. Aho
    had loaned Priest and his partner $50,000 for a share in the Moon claims.
    Money that may have been spent buying a bobcat to rip up the site.  

    More  factual evidence was presented by Mining engineers Bob Cathro and
    Bob Shank who visited the Moon in late June 1963.   They believed the place
    had been ‘salted’ as they found chunks of galena  here and there, some sitting
    on moss, others piled around the cabin on the site.  It seemed the galena was
    left in conspicuous places so it could be found and thereby infer that there
    may have been a boulder of silver on the Moon.  In other words the two
    engineers believed the site had been ‘salted’  “Usually salting involves the
    scattering of enough valuable ore  in the right places to lure would-be investors
    into paying for miners  claims that may have little worth.”  (i.e. the Chibougamau
    claims I saw in 1958).   “On the Moon, the intended message appeared to
    be the opposite: something valuable had been there. But, except for a few 
    spilled leftovers, it was gone.”   (P.136)

    Later…To make things a little more difficult, someone had driven a bobcat all over
    the site tearing up the ground so badly that not much else could be found.
    …except a Doublemint gum wrapper.  The same Wrapper was found at the
    site where the  sacks of ore were picked up by the White Pass trucks.
    Does that have any meaning?  Gum wrapper?

    In July 1963, geologist Al Archer visited the moon with his own inspectors.
    They fanned out across the site to make agrid survey.  Men at 10 foot intervals
    walking the claims as cops do on a murder site. Found nothing but
    a few more samples .  “Looks like whoever did it had one thing in mind — to
    obliterate any previous workings on the property, “ testified Archer later when
    Priest was  arrested.

    No matter how many professionals testified the Moon claims were phony,
    Gerald Priest stuck with his story until his death.  One judge described him
    as a queer duck.

    So much for the science of SALTING MINING CLAIMS.   The opinion of
    experts was that the Moon had been salted.

    alan skeoch
    Feb. 2021

    post script  HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF BICHLORIDE OF GOLD?   Read  this postscript and
    you will discover a novel way of SALTING a gold mine site.

    Salting A Gold Mine

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    A favorite method used in unloading a useless claim or mine was called, “salting.”  The seller would take ore from a productive mine and carefully scatter it about his non-productive property in hopes of closing a sale on the claim.  Others might take a shotgun, load the charge with gold dust and blast the walls of the shaft, impregnating them with particles of gold.  Gold was malleable and would imbed itself into the rock, giving the worthless claim a highly mineralized façade.

    The game of buying and selling a worthless mine could conceivably become a matter of who could outwit whom.  The seller might impregnate the walls with gold but the wise buyer might ask to have the walls blasted to see what was inside the rock.  Trying to stay one step ahead, the seller could install gold into the headsticks of his dynamite and when the charge went off, the interior would be salted.  To counter this, the buyer could insist they use the dynamite sticks he’d brought along for just such an occasion.

    The smart buyer also brought along his own geologist.  Not surprisingly, many times an entire community would plot against the buyer since the economic stability of a region might hinge on the successful sale.

    Bichloride of Gold, or a chemical liquid, was used for medicinal purposes such as alcoholism and kidney ailments.  When taken internally it will pass through the body, exiting the body with high assay value.  A seller bent on cleverly salting his mine could load himself on the substance and salt any crack, crevice as nature moved him.


  • EPISODE 259 SURPRISE FROM BUNMAHON, IRELAND showered in sea foam

    EPISODE  259    SURPRISE FROM BUNMAHON, COUNTY WATERFORD, IRELAND…showered in sea foam


    alan skeoch
    Feb. 2021

    I hope some of you remember the Irish Episodes when Huntech sent me to the small
    village of Bumnahon on the south coast of Ireland.   My friend Jack Maize remembered
    and sent this video of the village under assault from the sea.  Perhaps  some of you will
    know why such a  thing can happen.

    You will find the sea foam video below…just after the Volkswagen and Tinker’s Carts picture.




    This is where we lived…very close to the sea so the foam must have plastered Mr. and  Mrs.
    Kennedy’s store.

    Drinking water from an Irish mountain stream was not s good idea….hundreds of sheep wander the mountains adding
    fertilizer…  Drinking that sea foam is also not a good idea.

    Rough weather in 1960…nothing compares to the sea  foam weather of 2021.


    This  is the beach in front of the village of Bunmahon.  The bug rusty iron ball was once a World  War II
    floating mine…I cannot sea anything recognizable covered in sea foam.


    Not sure this is the Bunmahon beach but it is nearby.  I recognize the woman though…Marjorie when we went back
    to visit Bunmahon around  1965.   Charming.  Not so charming with the sea foam.

  • NOTE RE: EPISODE 254.. ROCK FELL ON THE MOON…

    Note re EPISODE 254 ROCK FELL ON THE MOON
    The story written by Alicia Priest shortly before she died in 2013 has so many twists and turns that at present i cannot complete my Episode. Lots of attempts but nothing is just right. The story I sent was generally joyful…Thing One and Thing Two. A family.
    Life did not go so smoothly after the family was suddenly uprooted and left the cosy mining town of Elsa. Gerry was a big time thief…or was he?
    Alicia Priest captures so much that I fear I cannot do justice to her work.
    Dan Bowyer even bought the book because I am so slow in finishing my story about the Priest family….high grade ore theft, family plunged into poverty, tensions, steady decline of Gerald…then some money comes from startling source but the money is soon lost in legal fees, etc. Not many laughs. Maybe best lease the story when the family was full of joy. We will see.
    There is also a very chilling side story about Helen’s mother who fled across Eastern Europe with the Red Army not far behind. the story of a German Mennonite family uprooted from the Ukraine many times. Including the horror of the 1932-1933 mass starvation triggered by Stalin which resulted in bodies of starved Kulaks in the sweet and side roads. Awful. Not sure I can complete the story.
    Long ago, about 1963 I read a book titled Documents of The Expulsion which covered the subject in all its horrifying detail. Maybe best not told. Helen’s mother got out while thousands and thousands did not. She never talked about the escape in any detail except to say “I did what was necessary to survive.”
    Canadians have never faced the kind of hatred that spread like a cancer through Eastern Europe in the 1940’s. Many of those survivors came to Canada in the post war years. Some even worked in the Yukon mines.
    alan skeoch Feb. 2021

  • EPISODE 257 MAGNIFICENT ELM TREE…LONE SURVIVOR OF DUTCH ELM DISEASE

    EPISODE 257     MGNFICENT ELM TREE…LONE SURVIVOR OF DUTCH ELM DISEASE


    alan skeoch
    Feb. 2021

    This wonderful elm tree may not be the only survivor of Dutch Elm disease but it is the only one
    I know.  And it remains stately, huge, and very much alive on the fifth line of Erin Township,
    Wellington County, Ontario.  Very close to our farm so we see it several times a day.
    Why did it survive?   There must be a  genitive reason for at one time elms were common.
    Always aristocratic among the maples.  Haughty trees.

    Today  there are whole generations of young people who have never seen  a stately elm.
    Remember how they dominated and made our city streets  so inviting. And remember
    the devastation as they died by the thousands…and the hum of those chain saws.

    My cousin Eleanor’s  husband John Calder made the interior panels of his stone house from those
    devastated elm trees.  Spoliated  Elm he called the planks.   When put through his saw mill the dead
    elm logs revealed  a fungus among the wood fibres. Quite pretty although sad.

    Compare ‘my elm’ to the elms currently being raised.  Not nearly as stately.  Why is  
    that?  I have been told that Canadian arborists have been searching for survivors
    of Dutch Elm Disease for decades so this big one may not be alone.   We had two or
    three generations of elms survive the initial devastation.  Hope was strong.  Not 
    lucky though.  The last of ours was cut into firewood  last fall.  It had been standing
    dead along the fifth line sideroad.  Dangerous for Andrew to get underneath  with
    his  chain saw. But also dangerous lest it fall suddenly on a car…or a deer…or a turkey
    …a coyote…or one of us.

    Gone Gone Gone.  But this beauty remains. 
    ( As if a hairy mammoth is surviving on some
    deserted  Arctic Island.   Some did.  But they did not survive human predation.)

    alan skeoch
    Feb. 2021

    post script

    Cultivars of the elm are flourishing but somehow they do not look as  stately.  Why is that?




    Elm as a future urban tree: is it possible?

    Author:  Henrik Sjöman & Andrew Hirons
      08/01/2021
    Last Updated:  08/01/2021

    The Plantsman’s Choice

    Dr Henrik Sjöman and Dr Andrew Hirons

    The high tolerance of many elms to challenging urban conditions, combined with their ease of establishment, meant that they were widely appreciated across Europe and North America until their near-complete demise as a result of Dutch elm disease (DED). Today, as we seek long-term sustainable tree species for our towns and cities, there is a great desire to make the elm part of our urban treescape once again.

    In Europe and North America, the elm (Ulmus spp.) was historically one of the most common urban trees until the end of the 20th century. Parts of Amsterdam in the Netherlands had over 70% elm along their streets and in their parks. Cities such as Malmö in Sweden were also proud of their majestic elms. It seems that in the eyes of some policy makers there was no reason to break a winning concept: all other trees were worse in comparison; it had to be elm on elm. However, these cities experienced the catastrophic effects of over-reliance on one type of plant material as the DED epidemic struck. Such widespread mortality of such a profoundly dominant tree was a bitter blow to many towns and cities. The effects of these losses can still be observed today.
    Therefore, proposing elm once again as a city tree may seem unthinkable, but thanks to the hard work of tree breeders, it is now a realistic prospect. We know that many Asian species of elm are resistant to the serious type of DED, which has led them to be used in extensive hybridization work to produce DED-resistant trees. Many of these selected cultivars are of North American origin, including two that we have a substantial experience of now: the so-called Resista® elms, ‘New Horizon’ and ‘Rebona’. In order to succeed with them, however, you must know their background, so that you can more easily understand their capacity for growing in urban environments, as well as the care they may require.
    Both cultivars are American hybrids from the University of Wisconsin and both have the Siberian elm (Ulmus pumila) and Japanese elm (Ulmus davidiana var. japonica) as their parents. It’s important to note that the characteristics of Siberian elm are such that its genes might be considered something of a mixed blessing.
    In fact, some of what is said about the Siberian elm would not be polite to put into print. Suffice to say that some consider its weed-like growth, which results in an untamed, wild crown perched atop a stick, makes it one of the worse trees you can grow. However, the advantage of the species is its outstanding tolerance for hot and dry conditions, attributes that have served it well in its native regions around the edges of the Gobi Desert in northern China. So, having Siberian elm as a parent in these cultivars means that you get trees that are tolerant to the most challenging of urban environments and that quickly establish and grow fast. On the other hand, you also get trees with a rather messy crown structure, which is particularly difficult to manage at a young age when branching can be very dense and irregular. This means that it is wise to buy larger plant material (trunk size at least 25–30cm circumference at 1m) where the nursery has already done the difficult and extensive work of building an even and attractive crown structure.
    Ulmus ‘New Horizon’

    Ulmus ‘New Horizon’.

    Ulmus ‘New Horizon’

    Ulmus ‘New Horizon’.

    Ulmus ‘New Horizon’

    Early-mature trees of the cultivar develop with an oval crown, 10–12m high and 4m wide, but over time they can become significantly wider, usually with a continuous single trunk and a dense but fairly evenly distributed branch structure. The dimensions of the mature tree are listed by German nurseries as 25m × 10m. The cultivar enjoys heat and is a really good inner-city tree; its wind resistance also makes it a good tree for planting adjacent to highways. The autumn colour is not spectacular though. The variety has been around for 25 years in European cultivation and in the USA for another 10–15 years and is considered completely resistant to DED.
    Ulmus ‘Rebona’.

    Ulmus ‘Rebona’.

    Ulmus ‘Rebona’

    This cultivar is similar to ‘New Horizon’ but has a stronger tendency to develop a consistent single trunk with a more even crown density. The leaves are also slightly larger in ‘Rebona’ compared to ‘New Horizon’. Trees of the cultivar are very fast growing and initially develop a narrow pyramidal growth pattern, 10–15m high and about 4m wide, while older trees become significantly wider. Here, too, German data describe final sizes of 25m × 10m. ‘Rebona’ is also heat tolerant, wind resistant and it has proven to be resistant to flooding. The cultivar is somewhat newer and thus has not been tested as long as ‘New Horizon’, but it has shown remarkable tolerance for inner-city environments.
  • EPISODE 256: LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL..AUGUST 1963…ERIC ARRANGED A STAG AT THE FARM…DREW DIVERSE BUTWONDERFUL CROWD.

    Note:  The Yukon story is coming but 
    needs a bit more research…so here is
    a short bit nostalgia…remember those days?


    EPISODE 256   LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL…AUGUST 1963 ERIC ARRANGED STAG AT FARM

    alan skeoch
    Feb. 2021

    What a grand time we had  that late August evening in 1963 when my brother Eric, my best msn, arranged a  stag for
    all of our friends at our farm.  We drank a lot of beer but not so  much that there was  any danger.  Just lots  of laughs.
    The only concern was when Bill Doyle disappeared and was found enmeshed  in a forsythia bush…staggering.  It Was
    his birthday and he promised  his mom he would not drink until he turned 21.  So he had a couple of beers and
    made up for lost time.  No, he was not driving.  

    Ron Saunders came over from the farm across the road.  He did not know anyone but that did not stop him from
    mixing with the crowd.  About 1 a.m. I remember carrying him back to his house across the road.  He  was  quite
    happy.   We probably had about 20 to 30 friends arrive, maybe more.   All done in good taste as you
    can see in the picture  with Eric  and  the special sign he constructed.

    Life in the  1960’s was good.  A grand time to get married.