I dont know if I will carry this on far but a starter - I began gold mining or fossicking rather as an 11 year old - back then you could carry a rifle from one end of a city to the other after buying it at a gun shop and no one would blink an eye, you could shoot any where AND you could fossick for gold any where. Any way all you dumb peasants out there have allowed the government to take those rights away, paranoia means that if you do what you did fifty years ago you get shot by the Gestapo under the pseudonym ‘Armed Offenders’ for carrying a rifle from gun shop to car AND the Mini Himmlers who control DOC (Department of Constipation) take you to court for digging up a tin can on a DOC reserve or panning for gold outside one of the 18 or so designated fossicking areas…in other words welcome to prison…Oops welcome to ‘Democracy within a dictatorship’ the land of the Elite.
Once upon a time New Zealand was actually a democracy and within the rules of that democracy you COULD go get a miners right for a few bob - Shillings) from the PO (nothing to do with urinating - it means Post Office) and go pan or fossick for gold ANYWHERE on state owned land.
New Zealand was a pioneer country but today its far from it as Elitists take control and your rights are eroded. Well as a young fellow I dove across a paddock one day to the site of a Copper mine - the ore was Chalcopyrite - For anyone mad enough to read the following then I draw their attention to this report which is tedious, boring and very dull -
This is the mine to which I drove my 4WD - a battered and beaten up Landrover. The year was 1970. I fell in love with it - there was nothing there but I still fell in love with it. Over the courses of a couple of visits I did find a couple of huge copper ore boulders part of one of which I still have.
To those of you who want to have their own claim now days then weep and be pissed off because back then there was no red tape, no bureaucratic white collar aresholes new out of university who wallowed in sanctimonious self righteousness and no political puppets who served their banker masters to the detriment of us good old kiwis. In other words if you wanted a claim then it was ‘cut and dried’ and as good as yours.
I decided to claim this copper mine and so I set the wheels in motion. There was no need to consult ‘Department of mInes’ nor a high faulting lawyer. I just got a claim form, filled it out, and made a few assurances that I was not going to blow the province to purgatory. detailed my methods of working and operations and a few other simple technicalities and submitted the form to the ‘Wardens Court’ which in those days sat in I think Cromwell. No one represented me and I did not attend. The fee was bugger all and the whole thing cut and dried and next thing I know is that I am the proud claim holder of the Waitahuna Copper Mine.
The first thing I purchased was a case of gelignite and in those days you just went and bought it - no licence - no nothing. I then went up to the mine and took malicious delight between bottles of beer in throwing sticks of gelignite down the old water filled shaft and creating fair facsimiles of Pohutu Geyser. It was all in good fun.
Now days you younger ones cant do that. Your freedoms gone and if you want a claim then it costs an arm, a leg and possibly your partners virginity.
The rock illustrated is the last piece and the biggest piece I have of the Copper ore from the Waitahuna Copper mine
This ore is a combination of Copper - iron - sulphur with traces of gold and silver and is one of a number of interesting mineral samples I have from Otago, the rest to be shown here when the affects of the gin wear off!