Misc data and adventures of a Tayopa treasure hunter

Don Jose,
I remember such a story but I don't remember you writing it since the story I refer to happened in about 1960.
There was also a report that a certain restaurant in Alaska was serving mammoth (animal) steaks.
Don.....
 

ok, coffee around,what'l we talk about next treasures, detedtors, paranormal, medicine, unusual experiences, or GIRLS, assuming there are no girls in our group.
 

Uni and Amy may take offense of that remark, of course, you are so diplomatic you probably will charm your way out. :dontknow: :coffee2: How about paranormal or unusual experiences ? Or.............whatever you prefer Senor Don Jose.
 

Real of Tayopa said:
ok, coffee around,what'l we talk about next treasures, detedtors, paranormal, medicine, unusual experiences, or GIRLS, assuming there are no girls in our group.
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Ok Don Jose , what you want to know about girls ? :tongue3:
 

Yes, Don Jose, now that my coffee enhancer has started to take its pleasant affect, I do recall more of the buttercups and mammoth history. The theories were:
1. The mammoth froze to death while eating;
2. The mammoth died of natural causes while eating; and
3. The mammoth died due to an accident (falling of a cliff while grazing, for example).
In any event, the scene would be picturesque; a dead mammoth with a mouthful of buttercups.
Nearly brings tears to my eyes.
Don....
 

Hello:

Four years ago, in July, we loaded up two pickup trucks with one motorcycle, lots of food, water, three tents, 5 adults, and one dog that looks to be 99 percent wolf. The adults were my wife, a family lady friend of ours, my wife's daughter and her husband and myself. Off we went, all prepared to camp out 5 days and 4 nights with my wife and I sponsoring and paying for this treasure hunting trip.

Before we left, we purchased $400.00 worth of food. Now the store we bought the food from was having a sweepstakes drawing, with the prize being a very nice, brand new bar-b-q grill. For every $25 dollars spent on food or anything in the store, we received 1 entry form but the cashier gave us an extra hand full under the table so to speak. So we had lots of entries to fill out, and we did. So, a day later, off we go, we are on our way. It was a good trip, stopping here and there to look at the scenery, or to grab a bite to eat. Six hours later we arrive at our destination.

We unloaded and as I started setting up our Lady friends tent and my wife's and my tent, I looked over there and our son-in-law does not know how to set up their tent. In fact, it was still in the box it came in when they bought it. It had never been opened. Now I had told him weeks before that he needs to prepare for this trip by going to a place and practice setting it up. He assured me he knew how. Well, as it turned out, he did not have a clue about it. OH BOY, what's next with him. Am I going to be his nurse maid on this trip or what? I was ticked off to the max, but kept my cool.

To make things worse, it was hot and windy and there are no trees for shade n that area. Even the dog looked for shade by digging a depression in the sand under bushes. We had purchased a cheap gazebo from that store, then managed to break the plastic frame the second day out. So that did that. No more shade or at least very little. It was miserable in the day time, but the nights were great.

I had brought my motorcycle along to ride to the treasure site and started riding it around the area and managed to crash in a dry wash. Nothing was broken.

I had fitted my metal detector with a sling to carry it like a rifle and was going to carry it and my dowsing rods that way when I ride to the area each day. But because of the apparent ineptness of our son-in-law, I dared not leave camp for fear he could not take care of things as needed. Maybe I was wrong on that but that is how I felt at the time. So, I spent two days in camp doing nothing but trying to keep out of the heat.

On the third night at about 2 A.M., I was sleeping like a baby when all of a sudden I heard a deep, horrible, hair raising growl come from the dog in the next tent. I was stunned. My rifle was in our truck about 20 feet away. I stuck my head out the tent door but saw nothing. None-the-less, I went and got my rifle. Our friend asked me if she could sleep in the truck to which I said no, it's OK. Nothing else happened that night.

When we were awake and having breakfast, our son-in-law said that at about the same time the dog growled, he heard a sniffing sound coming from outside their tent next to the tent wall he was closest to. We figured it was a coyote or two that came into camp to kill that dog. After all, we were in their territory and that dog had urinated all over the place. As a result, coyotes could smell his urine deposits and was looking for him to make a meal out of him. If given a chance, they will gang up on a dog and kill it.

The schedule was to hunt each day except Sunday. That day we went to Goblin Valley to take showers and to tour the valley. Everyone felt good after their showers

When we got there, I needed to take the dog out of the cage that was in the back of the truck. To do that, I had to remove the bike off its carrying frame to let the tail gate down. After doing that, I went down into the valley with the com radio to communicate with others that did not go with me. They had the other radio.

It wasn’t long when my wife came on the radio, telling me her daughter had fallen down. WHAT? Yes she has fallen and hurt herself. So I rushed back to the parking lot and there she was, lying on the ground. She had stepped between the truck bumper and the bike carrier and tried to back straight back and twisted her leg. If she had gone to her left, she would have been OK. She is on the heavy side too so that did not help.

I now know our trip is over, finished, including the steak dinner I had planned on buying everyone that evening in the nearest town; Hanksville Utah.

We get on the phone and call 911. A half hour or so later, the ambulance showed up. It loaded her and her husband up and left for the hospital in Price Utah. That leaves our friend, my wife, myself, and the dog in the Goblin Valley parking lot.

Now we need to go back and break camp and head for Price Utah. When we get back to camp, it is close to sundown and it starts to drizzle.

About this same time, in an angry voice, my wife starts telling me what she really thinks about these treasure hunting trip things. You fill in the blanks. With our guest looking on, all I can do was smile and say: YES DEAR, NO DEAR, THREE BAGS FULL DEAR. YES, WHAT EVER YOU SAY DEAR. NO YOU DON'T HAVE TO COME BACK HERE AGAIN. Oh boy. Hell hath nor fury like that of a woman’s anger. Of course, in addition with all that has gone wrong, she is now worried about her daughter's welfare.

So we break camp, that is, our friend and I break camp. We worked so fast we have to leave small things there which I hated to do. I don't like leaving trash in the desert like that but we had to.

Off we go, me driving one truck, my wife driving the other one, and me and our friend communicating back and forth on the radios as we go along. Now my wife does not like to drive, much less at night and it is now dark, very dark.

On the way out, with them following me, I make a wrong turn and it now takes us hours to get to Price. If I had turned right instead of left at that intersection, it would have been much shorter. POINT: Know the roads around your area of interest and where they go before you go.

At about 2 A.M. we arrived at the Price Utah hospital. She sprained her leg, but they want her out of there, as she is not scheduled to be there and they want the bed open. She is now very tired, almost asleep and on crutches. We are all very tired.

So, off we go to the nearest hotel. I walk in and book three rooms. The hotel is not pet friendly. OH BOY, now what's going to happen? I dare not tell them we have a dog or that the dog does not drink beer and gets drunk, does not fight with room mates, does not turn the TV up to the highest volume, does not smoke in bed and all that. No in fact it is the perfect guest to have. BUT, I DON'T SAY A WORD ABOUT ANY DOG. So, the dogs owner successfully sneaks the dog in and nothing more comes of it. We all get a good rest and woke up refreshed.

The next morning, after a nice breadfast at a near by Burger King, we go home. It was a great return trip back through some very beautiful country.

The very next day after arriving back home, the phone rings. Hell?, Hello, is this …..? Yes. Is your wife there? Yes. Well she just won the Bar-B-Q grill here at the store. Come and get it and if it is OK, we would like to post her picture with it in the local newspaper. OK, we'll be right there says I. I hang up and shout: DEAR, YOU WON THE BAR=B-Q GRILL. She makes a pleasant sound in reply.

HOLD ON DEAR READER. THERE IS MORE TO THIS STORY.

About a month later, our lady friend who went with us on that trip, WON the same kind of grill at another store in town.

We still have that grill but have used it only one time.

Now despite the stress and all on that trip, the food was excellent.

Since that time, I have taken our son-in-law on many exploring trips that are close by and lasted only one day or less. He's is great fun to be with.

I have planned several times to return to that location alone, but never seem to carry through on it. Sometimes watching TV programs while eating potato chips and dip, or going for day long shopping trips / rides to Wall-mart with the wife are more enticing than venturing forth alone into the wilds, and risking everything while doing so. You know what I mean. I have gone out alone since then to other places closer to home. So maybe this summer I will commit and go again for a couple of days.

Here are pictures of that grill.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this story.
 

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Happy New Year Mi Major. Hope this finds you doing well. I don't remember your Wolly Mammoth tale but here is an interesting story about them. I always read the ones found with food in their mouth were flash frozen, maybe due to Pole shift? The article states it might be due to being trapped in a land slide and frozen. Good to see you posting again. Good luck. Uglymailman (ret.)
 

Real of Tayopa said:
ok, coffee around,what'l we talk about next treasures, detedtors, paranormal, medicine, unusual experiences, or GIRLS, assuming there are no girls in our group.
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Well, I’m not sure if this qualifies for paranormal or the hand of God or what, but I’ll give you a story of my closest brush with Death yet. I was working in the shipyard. We had just completed testing on a 3 phase, 460V, 4000 Amp generator, and I was supposed to replace the buss work that had been removed to hook up the temporary cables used in the test. All feeds to the system had been double isolated and tagged out so no power could go back to the buss I was working on. As per requirements and prudence. I checked the breaker positions and tags. All were correct. I then went to the back of the unit and checked for voltage on all possible feeds. No voltage, so I went and got my tools and headed back to the back of the switchgear unit. On my way past the front, I noticed that the feeder breaker to the unit was closed. Oh, well, no big deal, I thought, since it was double isolated, and there was no chance of it becoming energized. I went to the back, checked for voltage again, laid out my tools, picked up the first piece of buss and the bolts and started to put them in place. However, something stopped me. I laid down my tools, got up from my prone position on the floor, went to the front, and opened the breaker. No reason to do so, but somehow, I just had to. I then went to work. About 2 hours later, about 2/3 done with the job, my arms wrapped around all 3 phases of buss work, and a wrench on each end of a bolt and nut, I felt a strange tingle on the hairs of my arm. I left both wrenches hanging and pulled my arm out very carefully. I got my meter and found out that the feeder cables into the bottom of the feeder breaker were energized!. Someone had mistakenly cleared the wrong set of tags, and had closed both of the breakers that were needed to energize the switchgear I was working on. So, if something (sixth sense, hand of God, premonition, whatever) hadn’t told me to get up and open that breaker, I would have been dead. So, I always listen to my hunches now, and I will never try to go against anyone else’s hunches either. I’m a believer!

JB
 

Both very good stories. uglymailman,and shgrt- whatso - ever, I always kept the fuses in my pocket whenever I had to work inside of a mill, I never could feel comfortable with the thought of me and the balls or rods whirling around inside. Even so I jad a close call by some idiot walking 1/2 mile for fuses , fortuately I was no longer inside of the ball mill. I saw someone fiddling arouund with the fuse box, and asked what the h---- he was doing?? I asked him why it didn't occur to him that the fuses were removed and not placed nearby, r His answer 'duh, Didn't think"


. o never take a chance, there are lots of idiotes still roaming around loose
 

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Those stories are why I have so many locks [emoji359] and keys [emoji360]
Lockout/tagout sets for everyone working on any project, are a must!

I have been called to come back to a job site to remove another employee’s lock... my answer was always the same. “Call the employee that has his name on the tags! If they cannot be contacted, DO NOT REMOVE THE LOCK!!!

That was always a part of shutting down at the end of the day. Count your locks and tags 🏷. If you are short and you are done, go pull them. If you are not done they stay in place.

Nothing is ever idiot proof, but that safety protocol saves lives.

I didn’t get to be my age by accident.

Too bad that I cannot stay that safe on the trails!

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After saying all of that...
I have been knocked on my rear by backfeed from other machines!

It knocked me out and when I woke up, I went to my truck to rest and recover.

One of the other employees came out and asked me if I could safely drive home.

I told him that I would be back in the shop in a few minutes. His response was that everyone was gone home, it’s quitting time.

I had been unaware that any time had passed, let alone an entire day.

I went back in and checked the voltage in the short, with the main blower system on , I had been hit with 180 volts from my left hand to my right hand.

It’s a miracle that I lived to tell the story.!!!

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asphyxiation and buttercups...lol...Some people are so anal retentive...rofl...I too have an AZ fixation but who gives a darn about that...Some people have their minds in the gutter...I may be one of them...But who can say for certain...lmao...Oh well...Who really gives a hoot about some of our taboo thoughts...

As IF the arc of the covenant was taken by some jesuits or freemasons and placed in a sacred place in Mexico only to be lost by some idiots who misplaced the sacred hiding place...

Could such a thing really have happened???And was such a place known as Guadalupe de Tayopa???Or Santa Fe???

Ed T
 

many think that when the shtf situation comes that they will just bug out to their favorite bug out spot and wait out the situation there, surprise, my buddy and I thought that we could live off of the Yucataan / Quientana Roo jungles while we hunted for Mayan ruins, we were promptly made aware of facts . We quickly found that we ran out of game and had to move every so often, We quickly found that the animals could only supply a certain am't of food for a certain period then they would be scarce, or none existant. We found that we had to move every week or so,to not go into the breeding stock.We quicly found that our hunting time increased from an hour a day to the better part of a day as we thinned out the local animals. We killed off or ate nicely birds and other game faster than they could reproduce. We carried rice and spices and coffe and te the tea was to conserve the coffee, it is the custom to give a cuppa to everyone that visited your camp, so we would simply offer any visitors tea, which they wern't
used to, so they refused and we kept the coffee for ourselves. protocol is very important in the jungle.we only found one small buildimg which had it's location turned over to the gov't I will continue on the jungle phase if you are interested.
 

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Real of Tayopa said:
many think that when the shtf situation comes that they will just bug out to their favorite bug out spot and wait out the situation there, surprise, my buddy and I thought that we could live off of the Yucataan / Quientana Roo jungles while we hunted for Mayan ruins, we were promptly made aware of facts . We quickly found that we ran out of game and had to move every so often, We quickly found that the animals could only supply a certain am't of food for a certain period then they would be scarce, or none existant. We found that we had to move every week or so,to not go into the breeding stock.We quicly found that our hunting time increased from an hour a day to the better part of a day as we thinned out the local animals. We killed off or ate nicely birds and other game faster than they could reproduce. We carried rice and spices and coffe and te the tea was to conserve the coffee, it is the custom to give a cuppa to everyone that visited your camp, so we would simply offer any visitors tea, which they wern't
used to, so they refused and we kept the coffee for ourselves. protocal is very important in the jungle.we only found one small buildimg which had it's location turned over to the gov't I will continue on the jungle phase if you are interested.
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I am all ears - please continue!
 

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