Gold, I tells ya!

Crazy prospectors may be the best thing ever. I think that's what I'm going to do when I get old. I will move to the hills of California, grow a big beard and dance around whenever I come across anything made of gold and yell, "Gold! Gold! I told 'em there be gold in these here hills! They called me nuts, well nuts to them! I'm rich, I tells ya, rich!". And then I'd get kicked out of the jewelry store and drink some beer. That's the good life.