Yesterday I was driving some dirt roads just east of Picketpost looking for access to an area I want to explore on foot. No one around except an occasional ranch truck hauling water.
Cowhand stops as they do, & we chat for a minute through the driver's side windows. All of a sudden he says "Do you pan? You should pan." Then he jumps out of the truck, grabs this pan out from under a hay bale & hands it to me.
I have no idea what to do with it and am in no way interested in being a Dutch hunter. No gold fever here. But it did make for an interesting day.
