Early 1960's: Dad took members of the USAF base skeet club up to near Black Canyon City, AZ to chase quail. During lunch they sat under a tree near the edge of the pull out the car was parked at. One guy walked over the road bank to take a leak, and found some interesting bones. Asked Dad what he thought they were. Third bone scratched out of the dirt was cone shaped. Dad thought it was a human finger tip bone. Went to town and called the sheriff and lead a deputy back to the area. Turned out to be the remains of a hostage bank teller from a robbery in Phoenix several years prior.
Mid 1970's: In the ghost town of Rawhide, NV (before squatters torn down the buildings for firewood) you could hear "things" in the buildings once in a while. Once we sat at the edge of a vertical mine shaft and could hear groans coming up out of the darkness. Dad thought it was probably a coyote that fell in and was dying.
All over the NV backcountry you can encounter remnants of historical mining or ranching activities. Mostly dumps of rusty old tin cans. When chukar hunting in the Reese River area I climbed to a knob on the side of a small canyon hoping to flush some birds down to my dad. They just ran up hill further. I proceeded to head uphill after them and stepped around some brush and found a rectangle of large tin cans. About 6 feet long and three feet wide. Flat rocks were neatly placed inside the rectangle. A large pinon was growing up out of the far end of the rectangle. Like a head stone. All the tin cans were placed with the lead seal upward, making a striking visual feature. I looked around for any kind of structure such as a stacked rock line shack, or log cabin. Nothing, just this one grave in the middle of nowhere, on the only flat spot on a steep slope overlooking not much of anything.
Mid 1970's: In the ghost town of Rawhide, NV (before squatters torn down the buildings for firewood) you could hear "things" in the buildings once in a while. Once we sat at the edge of a vertical mine shaft and could hear groans coming up out of the darkness. Dad thought it was probably a coyote that fell in and was dying.
All over the NV backcountry you can encounter remnants of historical mining or ranching activities. Mostly dumps of rusty old tin cans. When chukar hunting in the Reese River area I climbed to a knob on the side of a small canyon hoping to flush some birds down to my dad. They just ran up hill further. I proceeded to head uphill after them and stepped around some brush and found a rectangle of large tin cans. About 6 feet long and three feet wide. Flat rocks were neatly placed inside the rectangle. A large pinon was growing up out of the far end of the rectangle. Like a head stone. All the tin cans were placed with the lead seal upward, making a striking visual feature. I looked around for any kind of structure such as a stacked rock line shack, or log cabin. Nothing, just this one grave in the middle of nowhere, on the only flat spot on a steep slope overlooking not much of anything.
