Early Tayopa newspaper story

G' Morning Marius: ?? of course we are friends ???

Already breaking my word, there will be several posts, so much for the OIRISH background and the Blarney Stone complex.

I am jumping the bounds by replying to your post to CROW without his permission. however being a basic treasurehunter with supposedly no morals-------

M you posted -->
1) " There is no one who doubts your intense enthusiasm " .
I have not enthusiasm . As I wrote , I don't consider this debate a competition . To decrypt a map , is a routine for me and a hobby . I write my opinions just to help the hunters in their research . Of course , I keep the best treasures for myself .
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I understand and why I don't consider it a debate etc either.


Q) M you also posted -->2) " This Tayopa Map are Copies not photo copies but hand drawn copies from the turn of the last century. Copied by treasure hunters who I daresay inbuilt their own insurance policy into the map ".
This is only your opinion and you can not prove this statement . Is illogical to modify a map before you find the mines . And if you find the mines , after you don't need the map . If you want to remain the mines secret , just you burn the map . To modify don't make sense .
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A) As I mentioned the Dobie map etc is / are almost 90 % correct, but even in there, there is still a bit of changing of the critical data --example, the roads to Yokivo and Moris are transposed. Also on the data as to the distances to the mines, and on. There is a bit of information written in a Mirror reversed image which is easily decyphered. The most difficult point to find was the SUN. No=one up there knew of it or even had heard of it, yet I finally found it - proving the basic truth of Dobie s map and it's copies, was in truth, a correct, but altered, map.

A side point, I have noticed that many copiers of maps mostly concentrate on the things that they consider most important, hence many unintentional, modified bits of data may be confusing or incorrect.

As am important clue, on the Dobie map that most do not pay attention to, is the compass rose in the corner,and go by what looks to be simply a drainage pattern so look drainage's far to the north. To a point this is normal and correct, but they fail to notice that it is a southern drainage due to a double topographical effect. The compass Rose on the map can easily be interpreted incrrectly reinforcing the drainage belief.


C) M - 3) " You cannot expect Don Jose to give away the access point to his Tayopa on a public forum either my friend "
He gave many details of his Tayopa , and I believe is very hard to keep it secret . I don't know for the other hunters , but from me is impossible . I am not interested in Tayopa . I did this research just for a training .

A) M, there is no secret as to the general location, sides I have the mineral rights so it is not
probably worth it for others to try, . As I have mentioned a simple EM to the mining agency is sufficient to have most of the data, but remember, even the timbering people up there have no idea where the entrance might actually be - yes they still, & do, look -- It isn't a nice well built portal where it is easily entered Such as the Santo Nino. Where and how is my ultimate secret, hence I can talk quite freely. the Jesuits did such a fine job, that even they couldn't find it when they returned a few years later.

Sigh, yes it IS frustrating since effectively one has the proverbial Tiger by the tail and is afraid to let go.


Don Jose de La Mancha
 

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G'dmorning mi buddy Crow, he who shows a pure and chaste existance. of course a bit of lubricating refreshment is always necessary, and in need.

Looking at the Drum Beat's chart room is sorta like looking at a wish book- "wish that I had this or that in my boat for navigation. You sorta squashed my vision of simply spitting into the palm of your hand , clapping them together and depending where the majority of your sanitized saliva goes, declare, "we are going that a way".

It is a fantastic wish room of navigation gear. drool. way back in the caveman days of WW-II in the Pacific I was only able to get within 1/2 mile on the best of my days. Canacker and you must be in seventh heaven.

Are the m'sails rollered up or tied down with those lil thingies called lines? which are fastened into the sail itself ???

You gonna write about Capt'n Blighnacker? and the potential mutiny?

To put it honestly you will never know just how jealous I am of this voyage, and the magnificent Trio's other adventures together, sigh, having been an avid reader of Jack London as a kiddie, , and having been in that area, which I love------------------,

I am still having a bit of fun back here, the final goal is almost touchable, stillllllll. Maybe I'll buy La Drum Beat offn kanacker when 'he is too old' to travel any more -- providing the present feminine crew goes with the package.

Incidentally have I ever mentioned that I am jealous of your present adventures in the romantic south seas, especially with your all girlie crew ?? If not, consider it said.

You will always remember this final adventure together for the rest of your lives.

As for Hard Luck give him my best when ever you see him.and tell him to take care of MY AMY and I want her back safely.

Side thing to pass on to her, Oro came up with a 1922 news Paper article which stated that the church Bell in Sitka, Alaska, was cast in Tayopa, a mining camp in Sonora, Old Mexico ????

Hasta, El Don Jose de La Mancha Who is contemplating trading in his mule for shares in La Drum Beat.
 

La Orana don Jose,

We are uping anchor in an hour light winds crystal clear sky. And the Eye candy are scrambling the deck getting ready to sail. We are going on short sail to another island Just off Tonga near a resort where they will do a show.. So I comment more in a day or so.

Crow
 

Real de Tayopa Tropical Tramp said:
Hi Crow who is a llorona ?? I have full confidence in Kanacker to bring you to port safely as he has done many times in the past. HAVE FUN.

Don Jose de La Mancha
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Hello Don Jose

I always have fun my friend. don't mind me it was my pathetic attempt at Tuamotuan a form of Polynesian. It is spoken like Your Honor. Its a form of hello and welcome. we over estimated the time. perhaps that is way of Polynesia everything runs on manana time. The Drumbeat slipped through the water like she was on air today. We anchored off this resort.

I didn't tell you why old Kanacka was a little dirty on me? How I managed to pulled swifty with that big kanacka of A Captain of mine.

We was siting at the bar having beer have spied a very cute Bar maid I was intrigued with her as her face stuck in my mind searching through old recesses on many bars people and faces. It did not go unnoticed by Big kanacki. He leaned over a whispered give over you old leach shes not interested in you. Not interested in me? I replied not taking my eyes of this 38 year bar maid with bleach blond hair and curvy figure. Then an epiphany stuck me.. So you don't think I can get this women to hang off every word I say. Kanacki laughed why would she listen to and old pirate like you?

Care to put your money where your mouth is. I smirked... kanacki stopped for a second like wind had gone out of his sails. He knew he had taken the bait but he needed to know... "How much 20.. Fifty... hundred buck says I will have her hanging off every word I say?" I said. Kanacki was like a fish on the hook he needed to know yet he was getting buyer remorse... However his pride would not let him back down. Kanacki said after a little silence Okay your on 100 bucks it is, as to call my bluff.

As the bar maid returned to pour us more beers. I leaned our and said to her "So where are you From?" She said she was not Born here in Tonga. She said her family was originally from Germany. Ah... I thought so I replied. "Did you have family here?". "Why yes", she replied "my Grandfather lived here after the war." She told me she had returned from overseas and married a Tongan 3 years ago after never spending much time with her grandfather who passed away 8 years ago. She looked a little bewildered and said she never knew her Grandfather. "Well would you like to know about Your grand father?" I smiled.

The poor lady was taken back a little from this old raggedy beach bum tropical tramp with scruffy old cowboy hat tanned now to bronze as nearly as dark as the locals with every wrinkle that could tell a story or two. Kanacki, His blood drained from his face and his jaw Dropped Cringing he realized he had been hustled. Of course I told her much of Grandfathers life she had never known and perhaps even her father never knew. She of course hung off every word I told her as she was getting a family history lesson off this ragged old pirate that just sailed in for goodness knows where. And of course all of sudden the beers became free. And of course I used the Coup DE grace . I told her I had photographs of her granddad, which incredibly I did. Later in the day I got copies and sent them to her.:thumbsup:

Kanacki fell silent as he knew he had been beat... So I leaned over winked "I'd Be having that Hundred bucks now.":laughing7:

Of course he is dying to know How I knew her Grand father. I left him stewing...

So my friends there is at least two lessons to be learned here always make the time to talk to people as you never know when you can make a tonner out of it. And never ever under estimate anyone.:laughing7:

Crow
 

G'd morning mi Compadre & con artist Crow: so as a wild guess she is a decendent of the German Geologist / prospector that found the "Dead Horse mine"??

Salud

Don Jose de La Mancha
 

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Hello Don Jose.

Good guess but no cigar, I am afraid.

I am just about heading off for a few cold ones. It very hot, the Jobs are all done on the Drumbeat. Kanacki still scratching his head. He's been giving me Wiley eye squint today. I am letting him suffer as I know that old brain of his is secretly ticking over. He will crack and hit me up about it before long.

Crow
 

HIo Crow: Hmmmm no cigar?? so you have been holding back on your sordid life my friend. hmmmm. Hoist one for me also.

As for the German at the Dead Horse mine, yes, I remember that he had died long before the mine was actually drilled by some over rated beachcombers. Still warranted a guess.

Since you didn't pass on to me the story, you owe me a "HI" to the sail crew and especially, the long suffering Senora
Kanacker. As for him ----- !!!!

Jose
 

Hello Don Jose

The Girls said hi as 2 of them are hassling me as I type. It seems to be the latest craze to beat the boredom on the ship discussing my love life. I have them giggling in the background as type.

As for Das Capitan Kanacka. He will get over it. he probably sent the girls to interrogate me.

You properly what to know more about the Drumbeat since you wanted to buy it? When You strike it rich.

Perhaps I should describe in great detail Kanacka's Drumbeat.


She is 110 ft long. Her beam is 21 ft 6 inches. Her draught is 10ft 8 inches. The Drumbeat gross tonnage is 160 tons. Ballast is 24 Tons. She has 7 cabins able to accommodate 12 guests and 6 crew and 2 pilot berths. She has 5 steel bulkheads.


On Top of the stern of Poop deck is the davits that hold One small aluminium boat with 30 hp outboard motor. In the centre of the Poop Deck there is the ships wheel and brass Binnacle. In front is chart house nav station. In front of that is the upper salon dinning area for 20 and the Kitchen in front to amidships with stainless steel appliances. 2 fridges and one freezer. Amid ships on the main deck you have a skylight to the lower salon below. On one side a zodiac and two 10 man life rafts containers.



Up on the slight raised forecastle deck there is toilet and shower , laundry room. Bosun’s locker. Workshop and sail storage locker. The is a stair well down into lower bow. In front of that anchor storage and machinery space.


Below is a 4 bunk cabin . Head back to lower midships the lower salon living room. With TV and Bar. Behind that is cabin 1 four bunks on the other side 2 toilets. Through the third bulkhead 4 two bunk cabins and two showers a stair up to the upper saloon dining area There is no access through the next bulkhead as The engine room water tanks and machinery spacers are accessed via a hatch in the chartroom floor which is the captain quarters a cabin with double bed TV , private bathroom and shower toilet and small lounge room that can be if need converted into a Pilot cabin accommodation.


In all there are 5 toilets and 4 showers. The diesel fuel tank that has enough for 1200 km range for the Scania engine driving one four bladed propeller. We have 2 generators and a desalination plant, so we have more than enough water. Plus two tanks for Grey and black water. The engine room has a fire suppression system. .. The vessel was equipped with a 50 gallon diesel day tank with manual and electric feed pumps. An electric bilge pump connected valve chest service the 5 compartment between the 5 bulkheads. It can also act as a fire fighting pump. boiler for central heating and hot water it as you can imagine never get used for heating in the tropics. However we installed 3 small air-conditioner as ventilation in the tropics was terrible below.. At sea we have rigged a small like and upside-down scoop that channel air via the skylight in the lower saloon down into the Cabins. Kanackis cabin two solar powered fans to suck air down into his cabin.


There are no port holes below deck only on the upper salon, Galley and chart house. So the hull my friend is pretty strong. The hull is coated with sheathing to protect the hull from coral damage and coasted with various layers of anti fouling to reduce drag.


For the sails we have reconfigured brigantine rigging with an outer Jib and inner Jib. Fisherman’s sail, Main stay sail, Main sail, Top gallant, Top sail, Fore course and Main sail. Two crows nest one each on the main mast and Fore mast. Galvanised steel rigging and all ropes are synthetic hemp.



Kanacki usually picks up crew from Micronesia as it gives young men and women experience of seamanship. Many after with cruise with Kanacki have gone on to work on trawlers all around the world. Some have even ended up being captains. Generally he gives young people ago in short trips the ones who show more aptitude he offers them a trip of a lifetime. Many of these islanders where in some respects lacked self discipline to be employable. But when they come home from an adventurous voyage with kancaki they seem a little taller and confident. It is amazing to see the confidence in them grow as the voyage goes on. Most of all they begin to see the world a lot different around them. As they grow used to teamwork and comradeship. And tolerance with working in close confines with one another.

Kanacki's wife was a hula dancer and still teaches so for us it was good in several ways. As we tour these islands we get to meet various people during our cruise do some cultural shows that gets on good with the locals build up good relation and contacts and we are flying the flag for Micronesia. The first to do so. And at the same time a little treasure hunting here and there among the remoter islands as a little adventure. Life my friends is about living it.

Kanacki has an old saying if your going to do some thing do it in style.

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Crow
 

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Damn Crow,,you did yourself up fine, I owe you a shot of Bacanora. But you owe me a dry towel to mop up the drool.

Now let's see, the "X" city should just about pay for it. hmmmm Soo let's solve it !!

Don Jose de La Mancha

p.s. As usual, my hat is off to el Kanancker.
 

Thats looks and sounds like one nice sailing tub Crow , you are living the Dream buddy .. cheers Mick
 

Hello Mick

Yep enjoying every moment My shanghaiing my friend with all this eye candy bouncing around with half their wobbly bits hanging out. Have a brew with me.:occasion14:

You must be living the dream too out in your part of world? Great fishing and far enough from the meddling candy assed politicians out there in Dundee?

Ya know I have quite few treasure yarns from around your region. Years of research in pubs with cattlemen and miners and all manner characters, even in the pubs with cages and the concreted floors where they hosed out the blood and teeth:laughing7:. I used to drill around the top end, north west Queensland and PNG, South America years ago.

Cheers have a cold one for me and put on a barra and few muddies on the barbie..If your interested pull up a pew and we will have yarn...

Crow
 

HI army of 1, welcome into our dissipated group of Beach combers etc. Always seat Crow on your right, he then has to reach across his body to exchange his empty glass with your new full one. Other than that, I love the kook.:occasion14: course I don't have to live in the same room on an extended voyage with him :icon_thumleft: 8-) in warm tropiocal climes.

He steals just one cuppa of my coffee and he will hung to the yardarm, course that is after being keel hauled and losing his time / privilege on the binoculars watching the sail handlers..

Don Jose de La Mancha
 

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Hello Amigo

Just got off Dog watch. Even at anchor we have at least one person awake. While underway we have 3 revolving shifts 4 on 8 off. That coffee is looking good. gotta keep awake to make sure Don Amigo doesn't steal away my eye candy. Although he as been steaming up my binoculars as of late.:laughing7:

Crow
 

Some time and somewhere I posted my last time aboard a ship cooped up with such as Crow. Since I have no idea when or where, I will post it again to warn you of shifty Beach Combers tactics--. K ??

Don Jose de La Manch

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Attention on deck! Now hear this.
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Not all of treasure hunting in exotic and romantic places is pure Indiana Jones stuff. Some of the little daily happenings will remain in your memories just as well as finally handling the prize.

During the Revolution against Maximilian, it became quite clear that the French in Mexico were to be abandoned when the American civil war finally ended, As a result French refugees crowded the few ports that were still under French control, one of which was Guaymas. the residual gov't sent a ship up the west coast taking on Refugess and their personal fortunes as well as that of what ever remained of the French gov'ts offices in each.

When it finally arrived at Guaymas it was loaded with both treasure and people. A day or so after it arrived, the rebel war ships placed a blockade across the exit from Guaymas to the Open waters of the Mar de Cortez. They unloaded the refugees then decided that since the ship couldn't escape, they would scuttle it in deep waters.

That night the ship sailed to the mouth of the harbor then turned next to the coast line, sailed north to a certain point, again turned and sailed in the direction on a new course until it hit the 300 ft level. There they took cross bearings then scuttled the ship. The captain and the skeleton crew returned to Guaymas in one of the life boats where they were picked up by the Rebel forces, interrogated, books taken from them, then released to go to France.

The data that the Rebels had disappeared over the years , but the captain upon reaching France remembered them quite clearly, and wrote them down.

The first that I heard of this was when I was sitting on a bench in the plaza discretely ogling the passing gals on the sunday promenade. I noticed two Americans approaching, obviously looking for me. They stopped in front of me, introduced themselves, then said that they had to talk to me on some serious business. I indicted the empty space next to me and invited them to sit down. Johnny, the apparent leader, quickly came to the point. he said that he had a dive shop in southern Calif ( another MEL?) and said that through connections, had gotten the data of the French ship from the decedents of the French capt and that they had formed a group to salvage it. One of their key personnel was a supposed Mexican diver.

They had arrived and set up operations but after a week noticed that the key man was not consistent on his bearings. One day while he was off of the ship in Guaymas they searched his belongings and had found my name, hence had come to see me to see if I would head up their salvage operation since so far it had been a colossal failure. When I hear the man's name, I realized that they had probably been taken by a con game in that the data had never been investigated , that the man and I had talked of the possibilities of salvage some months earlier, but I had decided that the information needed further checking. They made me an excellent offer so I agreed to give it a try, we shook hands and so the salvage operation was off and running, on a hand shake..

I went to Guaymas where they put me up in a deluxe bungalow at the 'Playa de Cortez' with an open booking for whatever I needed. I was there for a few days checking over the operation, then asked to go to the ship, where I stayed for the rest of the operation. The ship was an older wooden hulled one that they claimed had been Lionel Barrymore's personal yacht, now called El Vida".. on the aft deck they had constructed a wooden room large enough for 6 men in double bunks. There were windows on all sides with one door, this will come into play later in the story of the salvage operation.

Among those present was the gentleman that I had discussed the possibilities of salvage months earlier and an American that was for all practical purposes a moral less, beach comber, Don. We also had some local Indians aboard for general labor, among which was this 6' plus Yaqui, Juanito. His particular delight, when we made anchorage in the harbor of Guaymas was to simply jump over board , swim to shore, get drunk, chase the gals in a local happy house, , and fight with the Mexican police, jump back into the bay and swim back to the ship. He soon became excessively friendly with me, occasionally brushing up against me?? I was a bit upset with him, then one day I told him off, I said "look you big sob, while you are two of me I am an excellent shot so back off, I don't go for that, I only go for gals'. He just grunted but did behave from then on.. Then one day I found out what was going on, my nice friend Don, had specifically told the huge Yaqui that I had the hots for him? His idea of a joke? sigh.©@

My vengeance came later.

So you see that not every day is a day for Indiana Jones, just daily living. There are many more pages to this little salvage story my friends if you don't get bored.

Don Jose de La Mancha
 

Crow said:
Hello Mick

Yep enjoying every moment My shanghaiing my friend with all this eye candy bouncing around with half their wobbly bits hanging out. Have a brew with me.:occasion14:

You must be living the dream too out in your part of world? Great fishing and far enough from the meddling candy assed politicians out there in Dundee?

Ya know I have quite few treasure yarns from around your region. Years of research in pubs with cattlemen and miners and all manner characters, even in the pubs with cages and the concreted floors where they hosed out the blood and teeth:laughing7:. I used to drill around the top end, north west Queensland and PNG, South America years ago.

Cheers have a cold one for me and put on a barra and few muddies on the barbie..If your interested pull up a pew and we will have yarn...

Crow
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Hello Crow and Don Jose , yes you could say i'm also living the dream here at Dundee its quite a picture perfect tropical paradise , we do our share of Reef and creek/river fishing and crabbing and as you indicated NO meddling pollies . Right now we are in the wet season build-up , hot and very humid which reminds me need to head to the pub ( at the beach ) for another 30 box of Carlton's finest brew .. cheers guys , best of luck with your ventures/adventures ..Regards Mick
 

Don Jose el Tropical Tramp wrote
He soon became excessively friendly with me, occasionally brushing up against me?? I was a bit upset with him, then one day I told him off, I said "look you big sob, while you are two of me I am an excellent shot so back off, I don't go for that, I only go for gals'. He just grunted but did behave from then on.. Then one day I found outwhat was going on, my nice friend Don, had specifically told the huge Yaqui that I had the hots for him? His idea of a joke?
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Maybe he had heard about the little Irishman with the BIG GUN? :laughing7:
 

Hello to The Orish man with the big gun.

So what was the revenge you got back on ya acquaintance the shifty beach comber sounds like some one I know.:icon_scratch:

Mick..

I am knackered.. it has been very hot today and missed my afternoon grandpa nap....But I still have enough steam for that yarn so crack a cold one for me.. You perhaps already heard this yarn up in your part of the world?

They say dame Fortune is a hard mistress to please?


I first heard it when drilling many years ago near Brocks Creek. There is few mines there and mining leases. I was working for a mining contractor that did exploration drilling. prices of gold was falling at the time but companies that owned mining leases to keep them they needed to do some form of mining activity. it was cheaper to get a drilling contractor to drill some holes and a young geologist fresh out uni to oversee the project. Everything was done on the cheap. As there was a lot of drilling contractors competing for any work at the time. it was in the days we lived along side our rigs in make shift camp in scrub in Swags. Did the Aussie salute swapping flies off.

No portable Dongas back then just camping under the stars. one of hands a bushie from why back. You know the type that talks out the side of his mouth with out the lips moving so not to let the flies in, rolling a rollie with drum tobacco in one hand with the ease of a Indian tobacco roller. This old bushie told us story one might as we sat around the campfire as he licked his cigarette paper. These yarns was always good and on this occasion we heard one that allegedly happened near where we many years ago that happened many years previously.

The old Bushie mentioned every time he thinks about the revival of gold-mining in the Brock's Creek district (Northern Territory), He calls an unusual story of a lost fortune in gold that his father told him.

The first men to find gold at Brock's creek, were four of the Territory's pioneer miners, Henry Roberts, Fred Starke, Harry Houschildt, and John Noltenius, who struck a rich reef in June, 1880. Within a week the reef yielded them nearly 800oz. of gold, worth in those days a fortune. The men, who had spent a long period in the bush, then decided to return to Darwin for a spell. The gold was careful placed in the saddle-pack of their most trusty horse, and, tethered the animal to a tree a few yards from the camp, the men began to prepare for the long journey to Darwin. When all was ready they decided to celebrate their fantastic success by finishing off their liquor supply.

As they drank they sang and cheered, and the unusual noise apparently frightened the horse with the gold, for during the celebrations it reared up, snapped its bridle, and galloped madly away! Neither the horse nor the gold was ever seen again. For several weeks the men combed a vast area of country, without getting even a glimpse of the missing animal. Some of the Territory's "old timers" say that the gold has never been found, but others declare that not long after the horse had disappeared a man, suspected of having found the gal loping fortune, turned up in Darwin, and. after selling some sold, left on the first ship for the South. But the fact remains their is only speculation what happened to the gold.

We speculated how far would horse travel before it perished as the area had limited amount of water holes. Perhaps some where out in the scrub is a skeleton of a horse with Rotten pack saddle full of gold?

As for the four prospectors their fate went from bad to worse they got claim jumped while they were searching for the horse and they were some of the miners who were massacred near Arthur River a year or two later.

And that my friends why Dame Fortune can some times be a cruel *****.

Crow
 

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