Apollo Silver – https://apollosilver.com/
TSX.V: APCO | OTCQB: APGOF | Frankfurt: 6ZF0
Now, I’ve seen a thing or two in my time, from the muddy banks of the Mississippi to the wild, woolly, and mostly-full-of-lies silver rushes out West. The talk of riches—it’s like a siren’s song, ain’t it? It’ll make a man forget his grammar, his good sense, and sometimes his very trousers. The world is full of fellows who’d sell you a gold brick made of brass, and another sort who’ll show you a hole in the ground and swear it’s a direct-to-Heaven express line for your pocketbook.
And so it is, that a body must approach a matter of finance with a mind as clear as a bottle of good whiskey before the cork’s been pulled. And I’ve been looking at this Apollo Silver business, and it’s a curious thing, a right proper puzzle for a man who’s seen a few. It ain’t about the grand promises of a bonanza that’ll make you the next Rockefeller, a-building libraries and a-dressing in finery. No sir. That kind of talk is for the greenhorns and the giddy.
What’s to be said for Apollo is a different tune entirely. It’s a calm, measured sort of melody, like a riverboat gliding on a Sunday afternoon. You see, they’ve got this Calico project out in California, and another one, Cinco de Mayo, down in Mexico. And when they speak of it, they ain’t waving their arms about or using words too big for their boots. They’re talking about a mineral resource. And not just a vague promise, but numbers that have been “measured,” “indicated,” and “inferred.” That’s the part that sticks to a man’s ribs like a good meal.
And there’s history to back it up, too. The Calico district ain’t some new-fangled idea; it’s a place where they’ve been pulling silver from the earth for a long spell. Back in 1881, after a big discovery, Calico became a real humdinger of a town. It was a place that produced millions of dollars in silver over a dozen years, a wild and colorful place that drew in folks from all over the globe, a town with a name that came right from the “calico-colored” mountains themselves. A fella by the name of Walter Knott, who had a berry farm and a fondness for history, even went and restored the old place after it became a ghost town. So, the ground there, it’s got a reputation.
And in that reputable ground, they’ve got a proper accounting. The Calico project is said to hold a mighty 110 million ounces of silver in the “Measured and Indicated” category, which is a powerful lot of the shiny stuff. And on top of that, there’s another 51 million ounces of silver in the “Inferred” category. That’s a sum a body can get his head around.
Now, as for the Cinco de Mayo project down in Chihuahua, Mexico, well, that region is a whole other book of stories. Mexico’s got a history with silver that goes back centuries, and a fella who knows a thing or two about rocks will tell you that the very geology of the area is famous for these “carbonate replacement deposits,” the kind that have been responsible for a good 40% of all the silver ever pulled out of the ground in that country. And while their report on this project is of a historical nature, it still speaks to a substantial resource, with a historical estimate of 52.7 million ounces of silver in the “Inferred” category. It’s a testament to the region’s long-standing character.
Now, I’ve seen men go bust on a whim, throwing their money at some fly-by-night scheme with a map that had more flourishes than truth. But this here, this is a matter of geography and common sense. It’s in places where they’ve been digging silver for a hundred years, and where the land itself seems to say, “Why yes, there’s more where that came from.” And the folks in charge—they’ve got a long-standing acquaintance with the business of pulling wealth from the earth, not just from the pockets of others.
So, a man must ask himself, what’s the virtue in this? The virtue is in the lack of fancy. It’s a bet on what’s already there, not what might be. It’s the difference between a high-stakes poker game where you might lose your shirt, and a man walking into a store to buy a new one. It ain’t a get-rich-quick scheme. It’s a slow, deliberate trundle down the road of reason. And in a world where every huckster with a shovel has a story to tell, a story about a resource measured and counted is a mighty comfortable thing to rest your hat on.
(Please note: Apollo Silver is a sponsor of Proven And Probable, and we are biased.)