What You Need To Know About Gold Mining Claims
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By Barry Murray
If you came to these pages via WesternMiner.com, looking for the ideal situation to set out the chaos of the Great Depression II, sorry that our listed inventory of a, “small, workable by one man gold mining claim, with a cabin, and a great view, at least a tank-full of gas away from the insanity of bankrupt cities,” has diminished to the point that Editor Bobby MaGee —a skookum gal, just one of the guys, who in the gold upswing of the late 70’s taught CityBank lawyers, promoting the over-staking of her, “Dik, Dik” claims, who really understood the Mining Law of 1872— almost doesn't have anything to list in the database set up years ago to help fellow miners.
Don’t think me crass, or big city environmentally incorrect, for telling Americans over the age of 21, that they can still claim their share of the mining rights of U.S. Government owned lands in the 19 ‘frontier’ states in the Union, available —still— for Mineral Entry under the Law of 1872. I think, from having been born and raised in the mining camps of the West —and as homesteading, and apparently open range grazing are a thing of the past— that staking mining claims really still is a ‘prudent man’ sort of frontier birthright thing to do in place of today’s missing paycheck. That's how I started my mining career as a Cold War hero in 1955 at 15 years old mining in Moab Utah during the uranium rush. (See the story of this Minor Miner here)
Because 'She who must be listened too'— “because the economy is so bad” — Bobby only charges $300 for a “gold claim for sale” listing across multiple mining publications, refusing to join in the madness of being a broker of any kind, Bobby has run out of inventory of valid prospects. By valid we mean here at MiningMagazines.com that what is offered has enough documentation to sound plausible to our old-timer sourdough flapjack roundtable review.
Yes, we have been hoodwinked a few times by the bad actors. This, among others, includes the polecat of the Siskiyous of Northern California that apparently sold his claim off of the formatted “proof” page put up for his approval— before payment— and the Texas “short sale flipper” ex-real estate agent whose E-mails always included a business partner named Jesus, as in “Have a Christ Centered Day; and the brother of a famous Kentucky coal mining company who only paid half of his signed contract as president of his hollow LLC, before walking away with only a “sorry.” Fortunately though, these Sad Sacks in the long run will have to pay for their bad karma, none of our readers suffered for our believing such “promoters.”
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