Misc data and adventures of a Tayopa treasure hunter

what happeved to my post on jungle livivg? oops, I found it last page.
 

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When my partner and I definately decided to look for Mayan ruins on the Yucatan we started to revise the equipment that was avaialbe, first thought was sleeping......
there was nothigng avaiable except mil surplus, jungle hammocks, which were out because of unisireable weight, and the fact that in many areas was the lack of trees to sling them on, so I had to design new ones. I used regular nets that were open at the bottom. First I enclosed the bottom with light weight canvas which I extened up 15 inches up from the bottom, where I placed a zipper about half way, parallel to the ground so that you had to enter through the zipper, it sort of scraped off the accumulated bugs they were always hungry that would always were starting to feast on the bare skin. We slept nude,it first it was too warm otherwise, we hadn't allowed enough time to get aclimated, it would scrape off most of the man eaters, the rest you could hang up on the ne/tcanvas from iside. There formed a sem-ihumouous episode, my partner would use our valuable store of matches to burn them off, which I warned him not to do, since I had boo booed in not useing, fire proof netting sudenly I heard a yelp from him, I looked over at him and found thar he had burned a 6 inch hole in his net and he was fighting off a hoard of insects determined to have a chomp of gringo hide, he finally had to tie off the materiel similar to ting off the end of an open end of a bag. I didn't look very nice, but it warked, This stoppped my worrying about the matches. I found that the nets served anothern fubction. One night we camped in a dry arryo. I was inside resting on my elbows with my face approximatly a foot from the net, when the net suddedly bowed in almost to my face. A snake had struck at my face, we found two trickles o venom that he had left on the net, the other time was when I peed on the Jagure,he he.In general the nets served quite wel, we would undress outside and squeeze through the zipper which wouold scrape orr the bugs .thr reasom we would leave our clothes out side was they were often covered with ticks of all sizes, and so we slept in the raw. inalthough it got rather cold as we became accostumed to the hea
 

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Always interesting and informative, Jose.

I have never been struck at, that I remember, but I have had one assume the position. I didn’t stick around to see if it struck or not. It seemed more like I was being carried, than running [emoji125]. I’m not sure that I was not flying!

Oh to be young again...

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Real of Tayopa said:
When my partner and I definately decided to look for Mayan ruins on the Yucatan we started to revise the equipment that was avaialbe, first thought was sleeping......
there was nothigng avaiable except mil surplus, jungle hammocks, which were out because of unisireable weight, and the fact that in many areas was the lack of trees to sling them on, so I had to design new ones. I used regular nets that were open at the bottom. First I enclosed the bottom with light weight canvas which I extened up 15 inches up from the bottom, where I placed a zipper about half way, parallel to the ground so that you had to enter through the zipper, it sort of scraped off the accumulated bugs they were always hungry that would always were starting to feast on the bare skin. We slept nude,it first it was too warm otherwise, we hadn't allowed enough time to get aclimated, it would scrape off most of the man eaters, the rest you could hang up on the ne/tcanvas from iside. There formed a sem-ihumouous episode, my partner would use our valuable store of matches to burn them off, which I warned him not to do, since I had boo booed in not useing, fire proof netting sudenly I heard a yelp from him, I looked over at him and found thar he had burned a 6 inch hole in his net and he was fighting off a hoard of insects determined to have a chomp of gringo hide, he finally had to tie off the materiel similar to ting off the end of an open end of a bag. I didn't look very nice, but it warked, This stoppped my worrying about the matches. I found that the nets served anothern fubction. One night we camped in a dry arryo. I was inside resting on my elbows with my face approximatly a foot from the net, when the net suddedly bowed in almost to my face. A snake had struck at my face, we found two trickles o venom that he had left on the net, the other time was when I peed on the Jagure,he he.In general the nets served quite wel, we would undress outside and squeeze through the zipper which wouold scrape orr the bugs .thr reasom we would leave our clothes out side was they were often covered with ticks of all sizes, and so we slept in the raw. inalthough it got rather cold as we became accostumed to the hea
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Hola Don Jose,

The great outdoors, what a life. One never forgets the best, and worst times. Good thing that net was stretched out tight.

I used to trade snakes for a number of years. One day I dropped a rattler that was a little over three feet on tilled red sandy loam where I was going to plant a garden behind the house. As it started to slither away, I stepped on it to keep it from going away. At the moment it seemed like the thing to do. My wife was there watching, and screaming as the snake was striking my boot top. That was one of the maddest snakes I've ever seen.
I had stopped it with my right foot, and it's head side that stuck out my boot to my right side was around twelve inches. The other end was wiggling all over, so it took me a while to put my left foot on that end without loosing my balance. After that, I was able to slide my right foot closer to it's head where I could grab it.
The pull strap on my boot got all scratched up. I don't know how many times it struck at me, but it never quit trying. I was 1/8 of an inch from getting a needless snake bite, and being the talk of the town.:laughing7:

Homar
 

:coffee2:Homar, I agree with the Don....

don't do that any more!
We need you around here to keep us out of trouble!

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Jose, way back, in your border patrol days, did you ever come across a village, above the Rio Grand ( In the area of the Big Bend, on the Texas side) called “ Terlingwa”???

It was a cinnabar mining village.

The cinnabar was mined very close to the village and processed close to the village.

Folks that are not aquatinted with the process of cinnabar, have fenced off the area and tourists (rafting the Rio) have told their families and friends about the “graveyard “ above the ground.
Most of them will never know that they are furnaces to extract mercury.

In a different light, they are very close to the grave. I’m fairly certain that most folks that worked those furnaces, shortened their life span.

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PROSPECTORMIKEL said:
Jose, way back, in your border patrol days, did you ever come across a village, above the Rio Grand ( In the area of the Big Bend, on the Texas side) called “ Terlingwa”???

It was a cinnabar mining village.

The cinnabar was mined very close to the village and processed close to the village.

Folks that are not aquatinted with the process of cinnabar, have fenced off the area and tourists (rafting the Rio) have told their families and friends about the “graveyard “ above the ground.
Most of them will never know that they are furnaces to extract mercury.

In a different light, they are very close to the grave. I’m fairly certain that most folks that worked those furnaces, shortened their life span.

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Been staying at Terlingua some few times - even enjoyed a beer (or two or three) at the 'meeting place' in the ghost town - cool place and well worth a visit.
 

Mackaydon said:
Mikel,
Here's some history of the Terlingua mining district, cinnabar and mercury.
I found the read most interesting.
https://tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/dkm02
Don....
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Don thanks for the link.
The link alone is interesting, and I have a familial link as well.

Most of the town, became the property of the brother of an uncle of mine. That brother had several working gold and silver mines, and the cinnabar mining to help the other mines recovery.

He was an odd lone wolf, kind of guy.

My uncle had lost track of him until a lawyer contacted him to inform him of his brother’s passing away.

My uncle had become a millionaire with the stroke of a pen.

Knowing only geology, as it was his profession, not a gold miner.
You would think that the two would go together like hands would in a handshake. But they don’t always mesh well.

Uncle Milton was a bit overwhelmed.
That started a turn of events that no one could have predicted.

He gave the claim and most of the town/village to his son, Glenn.

Glenn had little interest in the mines but he had a big heart and he was loved by most of the town people that he helped by making rent low and operated the local bar and grill.

You would need someone to point out the entrance to “La Kiva”, if it was your first time there. But you would always be able to find your way back.

Making people happy,
Every day. That is what Glenn loved.
National Geographic made a six hour, documentary ( broken down into three episodes).
“Badlands Justice” was filmed in the town with no actors or props.

It was the folks that Glenn had influenced and helped out over the years talking about him and the investigation of, and court case about the murder of Glenn Felts.

He had been beat to death and left in the sandy back parking lot, and discovered the next morning by an employee.

His beloved bar and grill has been sold and rebuilt again with new modern equipment and standards, with the same doorway and welcomes that are just inside.

Those were the terms that my uncle and aunt requested of the new owners.

The man that had beat Glenn was his longtime friend who had drank much more than he should, claims that he could not remember rang through the investigation and trial.

I’ll not fill in the gaps in case anyone wants to look for the documentary.

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Loke said:
Been staying at Terlingua some few times - even enjoyed a beer (or two or three) at the 'meeting place' in the ghost town - cool place and well worth a visit.
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Loke, it gave me a little cheer to see that someone here has been there!

I’m glad that you enjoyed it. That is what Glenn wanted.

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Howdy Fellow Treasure Hunters,

While reading about all the cinnabar found in the Big Bend area, I recalled an ancient Chinese book that touches several topics. Kuan Tzu was the book, and mineralogy was one of the topics. According to Po Kao, "where there is cinnabar above, yellow gold will be found below. Where there is magnetite above, copper and gold will be found below..........."

The Lost Bill Kelly Gold Mine is in that area, and I am not one to argue with ancient Chinese wisdom. If those cinnabar mines were mine, I'd be drilling below, looking for gold. That same book also says that onions are an indicator for silver, while shallots are an indicator for gold. In California, the first gold was found in the roots of some wild onions. This tells me that wild onions around here, are more like shallots. The late Jim Hatt, and a friend of his found some wild onions on Tortilla Mountain in the Superstition Wilderness Area, but they didn't know what it indicated, they were happy enough with the wild onion find.

Homar
 

coazon de oro said:
Howdy Fellow Treasure Hunters,

While reading about all the cinnabar found in the Big Bend area, I recalled an ancient Chinese book that touches several topics. Kuan Tzu was the book, and mineralogy was one of the topics. According to Po Kao, "where there is cinnabar above, yellow gold will be found below. Where there is magnetite above, copper and gold will be found below..........."

The Lost Bill Kelly Gold Mine is in that area, and I am not one to argue with ancient Chinese wisdom. If those cinnabar mines were mine, I'd be drilling below, looking for gold. That same book also says that onions are an indicator for silver, while shallots are an indicator for gold. In California, the first gold was found in the roots of some wild onions. This tells me that wild onions around here, are more like shallots. The late Jim Hatt, and a friend of his found some wild onions on Tortilla Mountain in the Superstition Wilderness Area, but they didn't know what it indicated, they were happy enough with the wild onion find.

Homar
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Homar, I think that you are very wise to trust old Chinese secrets.

They have a 4,000 year old history in the American continents, and a map that shows that they believed that China was the center of the world!

There is a lot of writing on the map, everywhere that there is a history of modern gold sites.

Their simple wisdom confuses the modern man and has done the same, throughout history.

If my memory serves me (today) the wild onions were mentioned in
“ De Re Metallica “.
Along with many other plants [emoji271].

I kinda think that Weekender mentioned seeing some wild onions, while we were out on our site....

I might need to call him this afternoon!!

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You reminded me of a mercury mine that I owned and operated here in Mexico, and my romance with an enormous piggy that i had at the mine, sheesh.
 

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