We didn't do blasting, but if you need a place to put fire in the hole, that Hard Cap drill would probably do the trick. If you want an antique, there are still places in the hills around Sacramento and Placerville where older-timers a hundred and more years back dropped their toools and walke3d away, just as the song says, and you can still sometimes find old iron thingambobs and whizzcracks buried in the forest leaves on the mountain side. We found a six-foot wide cast-iron sluicing form -- like an iron doughnut, sorta, but hollow -- and we dragged it back to camp by tying a rope to it and hooking it to the back of a pickup and hauling it up the mountainside to the dirt road anddown to camp, where we used it to break up chunks of sample for assaying or panning.

I couldn't make money from logging,
And I'd never get by on my looks,
So I fell into cold data-flogging
By digging through acres of books.


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