Feather Ridge Plume Agate
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Experiences I had digging with Jake and Gene Mueller at Gene's Regency Rose Claim the past two years has given me a new perspective and have revitalized my interests in dealing rough rock. I have to admit, the past few years I was starting to get burned out. I've been selling rough every month for seven years on my web site and on average, I take over 800 pictures every sale, so that's 67,200 pictures so far that I have edited, resized and uploaded of just rocks...I needed something else.
Jake phoned me back in March 2012 saying, he and Bev talked and wanted to know if I was interested in looking at and perhaps claiming a pink plume they discovered years ago. He said it might be the trophy buck I've been waiting for.
I set a date for the two of us to go out and look at the ground where the pink plume was located. A few days later and I was on my way to Jake and Bev's house. Turning on to the street corner, in front of his house, I see Jake sitting in his garage, grinding away at his cab machine. Driving up, I roll down my window and shout "Hey! Old Timer!...Yeah you!...you with the funny looking hat! I heard you got some rock." Without skipping a beat, Jake says, "We don’t sell yard rock here fella, try ebay!” We had a good laugh. I get out my car and walk over to him. I say, "What ya working on?" Jake replies, "Oh, just thought you might want to see what the pink plume looks like cabbed." I look down at the dop stick he's holding and my eyeballs fall out of their sockets. I said "Holy crap!...Your kidding, right?" "No, no..." he's says. "That's the real deal. I've been calling it Feather Ridge". The cab had bright pink plumes in clear agate, backed with black basenite. Beautiful...Now, my brain starts clicking away at all the possibilities. Bringing me back to reality, Jake invites me in.
As customary Bev, Jake and I sit around the kitchen table and do some catching up. Bev then started sharing some funny stories of the times when they had gone out to Feather Ridge. Jake reaches back from his chair and pulls a specimen off his display cabinet. It’s a polished Botryoidal with pink plumes going up into the grape like agate formations. Jake says, “Here’s one Bev found years ago out there on the surface”. Being a specimen guy, this is the kind of thing that gets me excited.
One of the many stories I liked was when Jake and Bev were camping out there near a small stream about 200 yards from the site. Jake was taking a bath in the cow watering tank, (which they filled and emptied everyday from the stream), when a truck pulls up and a woman asked Jake for directions. Jake starts laughing, "There I was... standing with just my underwear and my boots on, giving this women directions in the middle of nowhere!" “Then, just the next morning,” Bev says, “They were sleeping in their tent, when she heard a heavy breathing noise.” Thinking it was just Jake, she ignored it. Then a few seconds later, she heard it again. She rose from her sleeping bag, only to find a cow, poking its head into the tent, staring at her and chewing it’s cud.