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Subject: EPISODE 266 MAPLE SYRUP TIME PART TWO: GOOD TIMES AND PROLEMS
Date: February 27, 2021 at 12:48:49 PM EST
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EPISODE 266    MAPLE SYRUP TIME :  PART TWO:   GOOD TIMES AND PROBLEMS

alan skeoch
Feb 2021

Just having something constructive to do on March week ends was exhilarating.  We were all out
and about…whole family and Tara the Coonhound.   The maple trees were at work…drip, drip, drip…
pails filling but no overflows because I was able to get to the bush on week days just as dusk
was settling.  Alone on weekdays. Communicating with nature.  Lugging the milk cans of sap
from the bush to my truck.  No easy task as 10 to 15 gallons of sap was heavy going. Especially as 
the snow melted and the sleigh system was useless.



Lugging the sap back to Mississauga where our outdoor boiling side was located.  Our city 
lot is 400 feet deep with Mary Fix Creek meandering along the eastern edge.  At one time this
area was held by the Mississauga First Nations before they moved (or were forced to move) to
the New Credit reserve near Brantford.  Lots of space here for converting sap to syrup.
Or so we thought.



THE FINISHING SITE:  SAP TO SYRUP

The sap boiling system.
1) Set up the sap pan high over the fire pit.
2) Find a large supply of firewood.
3) Get a fire going 
4) Pour in the sap 
5) Place a nice comfortable chair near the fire for warmth
6) Keep a close eye lest too much evaporation occur and
the sap turns into burnt toffee at the bottom of the pan.
7) Check regularly with the Maple Syrup thermometer….
8) Clean the Crown sealers.

Finding a large source of free firewood was not difficult.  Each spring back in the
1970’s huge piles of lumber would float down the Humber River, out into Lake Ontario
then back to Sunnyside Beach where the lumber was eventually cleared by
the Toronto City Parks people.  Where this bonanza originated I never knew   I got to the
beach before the city work crews.   Loaded the truck with 2 x 6 and 2 x 4 and even 2 x 12 planks
…some with nails but most of them nail free.  Piles of them.  Also 4 x4 and 6 x 6 timbers…and lumps of
maple, oak and pine that had been dumped upriver somewhere.  Enough lumber came down
the Humber each spring to boil my sap to syrup. Smoky of course because water soaked
wood churns out one hell of a lot of water vapour.   Which led to a problem as neighbourly
tolerance of my fire pit led to problems.  For the first year or two there was no problem until
a neighbour with severe Athsma moved in two lots north of us.  As it turned out the smoke
from my fire angled right to their back door.  I never noticed.  Smoke is smoke. Here now,
gone tomorrow.

I loved sitting beside my fire pit on those cool March evenings…right up to 11pm. and
bed time.  Safe fire, lots of space free of flammable materials.  I could leave the fire
burning as long as the supply of sap was ready to refill the pan..





Neighbours thought we were a bit eccentric but some of them dropped around to see the sap
boiling.  Our kids and other kids liked to taste the stuff.  Of course some kids and adults were a
little leery.


Even Tara, our coonhound, had a fancy for maple sap.






About the third year we tapped the maple trees we made an alarming discovery.  Most of our sap pails were
illegal.  not ever to be used for sap again.   Why?  Because they were put together with lead solder.  Lead is
a poison.  POISON!

Look closely at the sap pails above. Most are old lead soldered pails.  A few are modern aluminum sap
pails.  The safe kind.  

Since we had consumed most of our home made syrup it would be best to tell no one…the way I
figured.   I have one big bottle of our maple syrup at the farm in the fruit cellar.  Told no one.
Why keep it?   I have no idea except it reminds me of those grand March maple sap days.




“Dad, do the sap and syrup days have to end?”



I wonder if there is some way to slow down the process of human growth so we could keep the boys as children.


“Well, boys there are some good reasons we stopped boiling sap into syrup on cool
March days.  Some of the reasons make sense.  Some of the reasons made no sense at all.

REASONS WHY OUR SAP TO SYRUP PRJECT ENDED.

1) Those lead soldered sap pails were unsafe.  We could not give the sap away to friends.
2) The neighbours had serious athsma and our smoke blew directly into their house.
(They mentioned this nicely)
3) The labour made no sense.  Cheaper to buy maple syrup, far cheaper.
4) The City Parks crew got the firewood faster than I could…and the supply
began to dry up anyway.
5) The last season some low life creep parked his truck beside our sap trees 
…cradled his rifle and shot holes in our sap pails just to watch the sap drain out.
6) The boys, Kevin and Andrew, grew older…less interested.  Amazing how children grow up
so fast.   When they are little kids their aging seems slow and then, in the twinkling of
an eye, they are adults.

7) And finally, our Coonhound Tara got pregnant and had 11 puppies.  Suddenly no one
wanted to go to he sugar bush with me any more…including Tara.




“Dad, suddenly it’s springtime.”


“Alan, why don’t we make apple cider from all the windfalls in the orchard each fall?”
“Good idea, no one will ever know those apples were wormy.”


“Marjorie and Alan, I have news for you.  I am pregnant and will not be running through
the sugar bush this month.”  (said Tara)


NEXT STORY:   HOW TO GET A COONHOUND PREGNANT…

alan skeoch
Feb. 2021


EPISODE 266 MAPLE SYRUP TIME PART TWO: GOOD TIMES AND PROLEMS

EPISODE 266    MAPLE SYRUP TIME :  PART TWO:   GOOD TIMES AND PROBLEMS

alan skeoch
Feb 2021

Just having something constructive to do on March week ends was exhilarating.  We were all out
and about…whole family and Tara the Coonhound.   The maple trees were at work…drip, drip, drip…
pails filling but no overflows because I was able to get to the bush on week days just as dusk
was settling.  Alone on weekdays. Communicating with nature.  Lugging the milk cans of sap
from the bush to my truck.  No easy task as 10 to 15 gallons of sap was heavy going. Especially as 
the snow melted and the sleigh system was useless.



Lugging the sap back to Mississauga where our outdoor boiling side was located.  Our city 
lot is 400 feet deep with Mary Fix Creek meandering along the eastern edge.  At one time this
area was held by the Mississauga First Nations before they moved (or were forced to move) to
the New Credit reserve near Brantford.  Lots of space here for converting sap to syrup.
Or so we thought.



THE FINISHING SITE:  SAP TO SYRUP

The sap boiling system.
1) Set up the sap pan high over the fire pit.
2) Find a large supply of firewood.
3) Get a fire going 
4) Pour in the sap 
5) Place a nice comfortable chair near the fire for warmth
6) Keep a close eye lest too much evaporation occur and
the sap turns into burnt toffee at the bottom of the pan.
7) Check regularly with the Maple Syrup thermometer….
8) Clean the Crown sealers.

Finding a large source of free firewood was not difficult.  Each spring back in the
1970’s huge piles of lumber would float down the Humber River, out into Lake Ontario
then back to Sunnyside Beach where the lumber was eventually cleared by
the Toronto City Parks people.  Where this bonanza originated I never knew   I got to the
beach before the city work crews.   Loaded the truck with 2 x 6 and 2 x 4 and even 2 x 12 planks
…some with nails but most of them nail free.  Piles of them.  Also 4 x4 and 6 x 6 timbers…and lumps of
maple, oak and pine that had been dumped upriver somewhere.  Enough lumber came down
the Humber each spring to boil my sap to syrup. Smoky of course because water soaked
wood churns out one hell of a lot of water vapour.   Which led to a problem as neighbourly
tolerance of my fire pit led to problems.  For the first year or two there was no problem until
a neighbour with severe Athsma moved in two lots north of us.  As it turned out the smoke
from my fire angled right to their back door.  I never noticed.  Smoke is smoke. Here now,
gone tomorrow.

I loved sitting beside my fire pit on those cool March evenings…right up to 11pm. and
bed time.  Safe fire, lots of space free of flammable materials.  I could leave the fire
burning as long as the supply of sap was ready to refill the pan..





Neighbours thought we were a bit eccentric but some of them dropped around to see the sap
boiling.  Our kids and other kids liked to taste the stuff.  Of course some kids and adults were a
little leery.


Even Tara, our coonhound, had a fancy for maple sap.





About the third year we tapped the maple trees we made an alarming discovery.  Most of our sap pails were
illegal.  not ever to be used for sap again.   Why?  Because they were put together with lead solder.  Lead is
a poison.  POISON!

Look closely at the sap pails above. Most are old lead soldered pails.  A few are modern aluminum sap
pails.  The safe kind.  

Since we had consumed most of our home made syrup it would be best to tell no one…the way I
figured.   I have one big bottle of our maple syrup at the farm in the fruit cellar.  Told no one.
Why keep it?   I have no idea except it reminds me of those grand March maple sap days.



“Dad, do the sap and syrup days have to end?”



I wonder if there is some way to slow down the process of human growth so we could keep the boys as children.


“Well, boys there are some good reasons we stopped boiling sap into syrup on cool
March days.  Some of the reasons make sense.  Some of the reasons made no sense at all.

REASONS WHY OUR SAP TO SYRUP PRJECT ENDED.

1) Those lead soldered sap pails were unsafe.  We could not give the sap away to friends.
2) The neighbours had serious athsma and our smoke blew directly into their house.
(They mentioned this nicely)
3) The labour made no sense.  Cheaper to buy maple syrup, far cheaper.
4) The City Parks crew got the firewood faster than I could…and the supply
began to dry up anyway.
5) The last season some low life creep parked his truck beside our sap trees 
…cradled his rifle and shot holes in our sap pails just to watch the sap drain out.
6) The boys, Kevin and Andrew, grew older…less interested.  Amazing how children grow up
so fast.   When they are little kids their aging seems slow and then, in the twinkling of
an eye, they are adults.

7) And finally, our Coonhound Tara got pregnant and had 11 puppies.  Suddenly no one
wanted to go to he sugar bush with me any more…including Tara.



“Dad, suddenly it’s springtime.”


“Alan, why don’t we make apple cider from all the windfalls in the orchard each fall?”
“Good idea, no one will ever know those apples were wormy.”


“Marjorie and Alan, I have news for you.  I am pregnant and will not be running through
the sugar bush this month.”  (said Tara)


NEXT STORY:   HOW TO GET A COONHOUND PREGNANT…

alan skeoch
Feb. 2021

EPISODE 265 MAPLE SYRUP TIME PART ONE: GETTING THE SAP…THE HALCYON DAYS

EPISODE 265     MAPLE SYRUP TIME   PART ONE:  GETTING THE SAP…THE HALCYON DAYS


alan skeoch
Feb. 2021



Those soft winter days are nearly here.  End of February, beginning of March.  Maple Syrup making time
when those emblems of Canada, our thousands and thousands of sugar maple trees
are sniffing the air and sending a message to their root systems.

“NOTICE…Time for sugar to move up the tree trunk.  Soon be needed
for life to begin again.  Sleepy time is over.”

  That is maple tree talk…the branches telling
the roots to start generating sap.  The message is relayed via the thin communicating system
between the bark and the wood.   

And I was determined to intervene…to ‘bleed’ off some of that life blood of some
of those maple trees.

 SYSTEM…MAKING MAPLE SYRUP



“Marjorie, let’s see if we can make maple syrup.  Something to do 
in the gap between winter and spring…cheaper than skiing and
we’ll end up with s gallon or two of pancake syrup…our own hand
made maple syrup.  Better than the store bought stuff maybe.”

“Where will you find enough trees?  Not enough on our farm.”

“The Saunders farm runs right across to the Fourth Line where
they have about 20 acres of maples….I’ll ask Lorne if he is
willing to let us tap a few of his trees.”

Some farm laneways remain lined with mature maple trees for a good reason.  Maple syrup


“You certainly have enough sap pails.  How many
trees will you tap?”

“Maybe twenty or so.   I have about 200
sap pails and  lids.   About the same amount of spiles…way
more than we can ever use in a lifetime.”

And so began a wonderful adventure.  Making maple syrup.  Earthy
March when the snow was beginning to melt on some days then
new snow falling on other days.  What a grand time to be outdoors.
Week end work mostly but some weekdays as  well which meant
I had to rush from teaching high school at Parkdale C.I. in the heart 
of Toronto to my maple trees on Fourth Line of Erin Township, Wellington
County.  On days when the sap would be running.  Warm days…cool warm
days. I know it sounds like a contradiction.

I was not alone. Tara, our coonhound, Marjorie, the kids…Kevin and Andrew…
and sometimes Phil Sharp one of my fellow history teachers.   So the truck
was loaded  but still had room for the milk cans of maple sap.  Milk cans?
Along with the sap pails, I had bought about 10 or 15 milk cans…big 10 or
15 gallon cans with pop up tops.   These big cans were needed to haul
the sap from maple bush to the truck using a heavy sleight.

EQUIPMENT LIST

-20 SAP PAILS
-20 SAP PAIL LIDS
-1  HAND  DRILL
-20 SPILES
-10 MILK CANS
-1 HEAVY DUTY SLEIGH
-1 LARGE SAP BOILING PAN WITH HIGH SIDES
-1 FINISHING TROUGH
-PILE OF CROWN SEALING BOTTLES WITH LIDS AND RINGS
-PILE OF WOOD FOR FIREPLACE
-SOME BOULDERS TO KEEP SAP PANS ABOVE FIRE PIT
-MAPLE SAP THERMOMETER…
-PILE OF FILTERS AND  MILK CAN FILTERS
-GAS …ENOUGH TO DRIVE UP TO THE FARM
AND BACK TO THE CITY THREE TIMES A WEEK
(This venture was not cost effective…cost more than it was worth
was the conclusion of my critics)

The system worked well for three or four years and then
came to a abrupt end.   So I will treat the story into two parts.
First were the halcyon days of sap collecting.   Dream of those
days on March evenings…still do.


Lots of glass sealers around…some full of edible food…others full of bolts or porcelain insulators for hot wire fences.













“Dad, this is the way to tap a tree.  Angle the drill up a few degrees so the sap can run down the spile into he pail.”



There is no joy quite like gathering maple sap in a snowbound forest.














“Alan, remember how we knew the maple sap collecting was over? When the forest floor was covered with wild garlic.
Easy to identify…smell, taste, look.  Thousands of the spear like plants suddenly emerged in early spring.  carpeted forest
floor in green.”

“I was reading that wild garlic is a fine medicinal herb…eases toothache, sore eyes, colds, coughs, …fends off warts, measles,
mumps and rheumatism.”

“If it’s that good why have we never seen anyone picking wild garlic?”

“look around …lots of people eat wild garlic.  Recipes easy to find on the internet.   The plant grows in deep forest in late
winter or early spring…when the wild garlic appears, I know the maple sap season is over. Easy to identify by its strong 
garlic smell”

“AN easier way to tell the maple syrup season was over was when the flies appeared on the spiles or drowned in the sap.
Time to pack up.”

END PART ONE EPISODE 265

POST SCRIPT

WILD GENSENG ONCE GREW HERE

“ Marjorie, remember the Ginseng story? Deep in forests of maple, oak and other deciduous trees where the tree canopy was dense, Canadian ginseng once flourished  Reputed to 
be the best ginseng in the world.   I have no idea why.  The market in the 18th century was so good that the plant was wiped out.  Years ago I did
a CBC radio story on that Ginseng and a listener near Simcoe phoned in with an offer to show me a few surviving wild ginseng plants
deep inside an ancient hardwood forest.  He showed us the most unremarkable scrawny little plant that I would never be able to find
again. “

“lots of ginseng farms in Ontario today…easy to spot because he field are darkened with elevated panels…to simulate the
natural darkness of a maple forest.  Korean Ginseng roots are not the same…“

“Back when we tapped those maple trees, We nosed around the forest but saw no ginseng…would not have known it if we did find it.”

“Why do people eat ginseng or drink ginseng tea?”

“I have no idea.  The internet says to be careful with the plant.”

“Better to drink maple sap before the flies arrive….or slather maple syrup on pancakes or French toast.



EPIDOSE 263 SAWYER INVITING DISASTER.

EPISODE 263     SAWYER INVITING DISASTER


Alan skeoch
Feb. 2021

Picture was taken at the Milton Steam Era Show
a few years ago.  Looks like the blade would
split the sawyer about dead centre.  

No, I do not know what happened next.  I could
not stick around because too much blood makes
me upset.  SEEMS to me I heard a scream…

alan



EPISODE 262 THE YEAR 1956: WHEN WE WERE YOUNG AND OWNED THE WORLD AROUND US

EPISODE 262     THE YEAR 1956 WHEN WE WERE YOUNG AND OWNED THE WORLD AROUND US


alan  skeoch
Feb. 2021


Ah!  Wonderful!  When we were young and  anxiously awaited the March Break to go camping
on the banks of Etobicoke Creek…a wasteland of mysteriously abandoned farms with empty barns
and  brick farm houses .  Nobody around.  As if some mysterious disease had  wiped out all living
things … a plague … a  pandemic.   And we arrived free of any contagion to document this empty 
land.

Russ Vanstone, Eric Skeoch and me.  Just three of us on this venture.  We got to the “Land  Where 
Nobody  Lives Anymore”  by hitchhiking and public  bus from West Toronto.   Packed for three or four
days.  Sleeping bags, food, camera and bits  and pieces of winter clothing that we hoped would
be unnecessary.

The dead horse had floated down near out campsite as if to confirm the mysterious plague…pandemic…imaginary
interpretation as to why the land was empty.   Corpse still frozen.  No smell.   The only smells were those
of the land getting ready for spring…a damp, coming alive, kind of smell.   Lots of wood on the creek
banks  for our campfire.  Great slabs of fossilized shale…Ordovician, 500 million years old with tiny whitish
things that once were alive.  Those slabs were beds for us.  Not sure if we had air mattresses. 
 I wonder if the future explorers on Mars  will have the same feeling we did.
Endless adventure ahead.


YEAR 1956: THREE ADVENTURERS ON THE EMPTY LAND CALLED ETOBICOKE…RIGHT TO LEFT…RUSS VANSTONE,
ERIC SKEOCH, ALAN SKEOCH

YEAR 2021: I  NEVER GO BACK TO ETOBICOKE, ESPECIALLY NOT TO ETOBICOKE CREEK.  THERE IS NO WILDERNESS
LEFT.  THAT ENDED WHEN THE SOMMERVILLE BLACKSMITH SHOP WAS DEMOLISHED AND THE BULL DOZERS MOVED
NORTH FROM DUNDAS TO BURNHAMTHORPE ROAD.   I NEVER GO BACK THERE.  I LIKE  TO KEEP MY IMAGINARY WORLD INTACT.

alan skeoch
Feb. 2021

EPISODE 261 HIGH GRADING…THE ART OF STEALING RAW GOLD AND SILVER (A ROCK FELL ON THE MOON)


EPISODE 261    YUKON DIARY     HIGH GRADING…THE ART OF  STEALING RAW GOLD AND SILVER   (A ROCK FELL ON THE MOON)

alan skeoch
Feb. 2021




Old shaft at Keno Hill Silver Mine, Yukon



Abandoned mine adits were unlikely to get much attention as they could
be dangerous.  A good place to hide stolen bags of silver ore


There is legal ‘high grading’ and illegal ‘high grading’ in the mining industry lexicon.  Legal high grading
occurs when miners ignore low grade ore and only select high grade ore.  i.e. Ore with high mineral content.
Most often, however, the term is applied  to illegal ‘high grading.’

“HIGH GRADNG” in mining parlance refers to the stealing gold and  silver.   Quite often gold  miners 
feel the discovery of raw gold in an ancient stream bed or gold embedded in quartz is just as much 
theirs as their employers.  So they work out ways of ‘high grading’ (choosing) some of the gold for themselves.
This  is particularly true of gold miners.  

Gerald Priest and Pancho Bobicik and the man that was never caught were the biggest high graders
in Canadian history (that I know bout).  They high graded 70 tons of silver ore.  No small matter.  Gold
high graders developed ways of hiding the gold on their body cavities or in the fake bottom of lunch
pails.  Jerry Priest needed five ton trucks.  Quite a difference.

I think it was back  in 1959 that I first heard the term used.  We were conducting a brutal nearly 3 month
survey from our bush camp on the Groundhog River…several miles by air north west of Timmins, Ontario.
We started the job with three of su but by late August had four when the bush plane from Austin Airways
dropped off poor Walter Helstein, an older man.  Nice old chap but not suitable for bush work. He slipped 
off a moss covered windfall and speared his outstretched hand on a sharp picket.  Right through the hand.
We called Austin Airways to get Walter out and to bring in another man if one could be found.  Well we got
the first High Grader I have ever met.

I think he had been fired from one of the Timmins gold mines.  He never said  that but he sure filled
us in detailing the skills of high grading.

 “All kinds of tricks to get gold out, The lunch box trick was
the least successful.  The mine officials would  search lunch pails.  Using body caviies was another..”
“Body cavities?”
“Just think about it…a gold nugget in the mouth or the ass.”
“What was best way?”
“Hide the piece of high grade ore in the mine…get it later with help
of a mine captain looking the other way…lots of ways.”

A local Timmins journalist, Kevin Vincent, has written two books titled BOOTLEG GOLD, VOLUMES 1 AND 2.
He claims high grade gold is Timmins worst kept secret.  Everybody knows a high grader.

“I met this fellow by the name of Jack Atkinson, a detective with the Timmins Police Department, who I dedicate both of my books to, who told me these extraordinary stories about these gold thefts that were happening in Timmins,” explained Vincent in talking about how he came by his passion for documenting high-grading in Timmins.“I thought ‘Where are all the books on this and the magazine articles?’ and he said I don’t think there are any,”  recalled Vincent.“I think we can fix that,” Vincent told Atkinson. “So for two years every morning before work I came to the library from 8:30 a.m. to 10 a.m. and researched the stories about the theft of gold in Timmins.Vincent has accumulated 17,000 pages of documentation on gold thefts from examining microfilm of the Porcupine Advance and Timmins Daily Press.“Everybody in Timmins has a story about this and it is Timmins’ biggest secret because anyone you meet on the street will tell you a story about someone they know who high-graded, usually it’s a friend who stole gold, never anybody in their family.”“It was a lot of fun, researching these stories,” noted Vincent, “but it was also very serious because of many people getting hurt.”

“But for the most part it was considered a victimless crime,” he added.


Old mining roads criss crossed the Keno Hill area.  Too bad the White Pass trucker got lost.  Otherwise Gerald
Priest might have successfully stolen 70 tons of silver ore.

HOW DID GERALD PREIST AND PANCHO MANAGE TO STEAL 671 BAGS OF SILVER ORE?

First they needed an inside man who had  a responsible position.  The police, lawyers, mine officials concluded
that inside man was Swizinski,the night shift boss.  This has never been confirmed. Only alleged .
Here  is how the  system  worked….allegedly

1)  There was a four hour gap between night shift and day shift.  That gave the thieves a 
four hour time to do their high grading .
2)  Bobicik and the mystery man (i.e. Swizinski)
 entered mine at 200 foot level via an disused adit.
3) They reached the Bonanza Stope via a crosscut tunnel that ended at a ventilation door
that closed off an inactive part of the mine…kept closed to avoid loss  of compressed air….
needed to maintain air quality in operating part of the mine.
4) Bobicik passed through this door to operating part of the mine
5) Where he encountered a  “Lugger” …a machine used to move rocks
6) forty feet from the Bonanza stope on a gentle incline
7) Stope contained freshly blasted ore…ready for ‘high grading’ theft
8) The two men shovelled the best ore into 5 or 6 burlap  sacks.
9) They pulled the 100 pound  sacks to a ‘Slusher”, a giant mechanical  shovel used
to direct rock downhill to the 400 foot portal (adit)…but the slasher could also
move the sacks uphill to the 200 foot level when operating in reverse.
10) Half  a  ton of ore could be moved in a few seconds  up to empty rail cars which
were pushed 400 feet to long unused part of the mine where the sacks were hidden.
11) They ‘high graded’ a ton of ore each night.

And there, hidden, the sacks of ore sat.   Moving them from the mine to 
a food pick up point was the next task..   The Yukon has bright nights in the summer…sunshine
until late so danger of being spotted was high.   Winter movement in the long dark
nights was also a  problem since tire tracks would be left in the snow.
Movement of the ore would be easier if they seemed to be legitimate owners
of the ore.   So they bought the Moon mining claims. They became reputable mine owners.
The Moon claims  were almost inaccessible…a long way from where the 671 sacks of ore
were eventually stashed beside a gravel Road.

Getting the sacks from he 200 level in the mine to the roadside was not easy
as they were seen a couple of times but Bobicik had a cover story as did
Priest since they formed  a legitimate mining company and developed the Rock on
the Moon story.  

But there was  a lot of work involved.  The Keno Hill sacks had to be opened and
the ore piled as if waste rock in a ravine. Then all the ore had to be rescued in their
own sacks.   Not an easy task.  Stealing 70 tons of silver rich ore was not something
that could be done with the snap of their fingers.

Much  more to the story.  A lot of twists  and turns.  But this  overview at least 
explains some events between 1961 to 1963.   I find it quite amazing that
none of this activity was noticed by my geophysical crew.  We covered so much
of the land around Elsa on foot.  We used any road we could find to get to
our survey properties.   Then again we saw a great many piles of rock and
derelict  buildings.  We would  not have paid particular notice of Gerald even if we met him
on a mine road  with a half ton truck loaded with mine sacks.


This trench  was not dug on the Moon claims but gives some idea of how rough the land
was and hence unlikely to be investigated.  Dead trees from forest fire long ago.  Growth rings
on the trees were almost invisible because climate was inhospitable.

Investigators said the Moon claims were almost inaccessible.  Took more that two
hours to reach them by an ATV.   Lots of swamp in that part of the McQuesten 
Valley.  I  know that.  Especially when doing that claim tagging on my last day
in Keno Hill.  There were so many signs of abandoned work stations…cabins,
wagons, equipment, even barrels  of gold concentrates…that it was unlikely 
our crew would notice the stolen ore even if we walked right over it.


alan skeoch
Feb. 2021

Map below gives some idea of the number of old silver mine workings around  Keno Hill.   Finding a pile of
broken rock was not unusual.

post script




EPISODE 260 YUKON DIARY ANCIENT DEAD FOREST STILL STANDING…WATCHING, WATCHING, WATCING.

Note: Some of you did not get my Episode on Bunmahon, Ireland…covered  in sea foam mysteriouslyl
The video and pictures were just too large for your computers. No matter. Not a big deal.  I will not 
send videos again…


EPISODE  260          YUKON DIARY:    ANCIENT DEAD FOREST STILL STANDING….WATCHING, WATCHING, WATCHING

alan skeoch
Feb. 2021

We were working our way up the side of a Yukon “Hill”  which back east in Ontario we would call a mountain.  
It was quite verdant until we reached the crest and looked down the other side.  There before us was a
ghost forest.  Hundreds  of trees that had been killed in A forest fire long ago.  Then decades of wind, rain, ice pellets,
snow had scoured the dead  trees into wonderful shapes.  Frightening really.  Like entering a graveyard at the
end of time.  

So I rescued two of the trees and carried them back to our Peso Silver camp much to the amusement 
of the crew there.   With the help of a buck saw and Bill Scott I reduced the size of the pieces and later
shipped them back to Toronto using White Pass trucking.  My expense.

I still have those tree trunks.   One has the shape of A duck with one wing partially extended.

The other seems like an abstract kind of thing that Henry Moore  would do.  The scouring sanded away
most of the charcoal residue from the burn.  But not all.  The result can be quite chilling.  Just imagine 
coming to the mountain crest and suddenly seeing hundreds of these eroded trees standing vertically
like a ghost army…watching …watching…watching.

alan skeoch
Feb. 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.