I have forgotten many names, unless I had hunted with them on many trips. Many faces are familiar.
Frenchy- I think it was a Blazer, light blue/white. And he lived in the back of that thing. Stuffed full. Majuba Tom introduced me to Rye Patch in the Spring of 2000. We had met at Gohler Gulch (Mojave desert) on a rained out President's Day weekend trip, same year. I was hunting with a Whites GM3 then. So was Tom. Later that year, picked up the 2100. But just before that, through an odd sort of circumstances, I met Digger Bob and Trinity Jim. And was invited to join their happy bunch of guys. So many great times, lots of laughs. And of course, gold. On one trip (2004ish), everyone was headed for home but me and Frenchy. He insisted we team up so neither of us was out there alone. We were not at Rye Patch, but WAY out in the sticks. And we both found gold before parting to go home. A great guy. I have missed out on a lot while I've been gone. And not talking about gold.
Jerry