BullionBull
New Member
Let's have a thread about what can go wrong with hiding precious metals. I have a great story to tell.
Several years ago, I needed to hide about 10kg of gold underground while I spent several years outside Australia on contract. I thought I'd be smart and bury it in a national park (which shall remain unnamed). I buried it about a metre down in what looked like the middle of nowhere, took some photos and a GPS reading, and went off.
Long story short, when I returned 3 years later I was horrified to find that the Parks department had chosen the area for sand mining for sand to use in the construction of some tourism-related buildings in the park! Everything in the area had been mined to a depth of 3 metres! OMFG!
I remember running towards where I had buried the metal, frantically saying aloud "Oh God no! Oh God no!" with my long-suffering wife scampering behind me, trying to reassure me.
You can imagine my intense relief and amazement when I found that the excavations had gone 50 metres into the embankment towards my stash, BUT STOPPED LITERALLY ONE (1) METRE FROM THE STASH !!!! I have photos to prove it. I almost wept with joy when my shovel clunked against the container and I hefted it up into the sunlight again.
To this day it makes me anxious to think about this.
I shall never bury anything again without much more care in chosing a location.
What nightmare stories do you have?
Several years ago, I needed to hide about 10kg of gold underground while I spent several years outside Australia on contract. I thought I'd be smart and bury it in a national park (which shall remain unnamed). I buried it about a metre down in what looked like the middle of nowhere, took some photos and a GPS reading, and went off.
Long story short, when I returned 3 years later I was horrified to find that the Parks department had chosen the area for sand mining for sand to use in the construction of some tourism-related buildings in the park! Everything in the area had been mined to a depth of 3 metres! OMFG!
I remember running towards where I had buried the metal, frantically saying aloud "Oh God no! Oh God no!" with my long-suffering wife scampering behind me, trying to reassure me.
You can imagine my intense relief and amazement when I found that the excavations had gone 50 metres into the embankment towards my stash, BUT STOPPED LITERALLY ONE (1) METRE FROM THE STASH !!!! I have photos to prove it. I almost wept with joy when my shovel clunked against the container and I hefted it up into the sunlight again.
To this day it makes me anxious to think about this.
I shall never bury anything again without much more care in chosing a location.
What nightmare stories do you have?