I heard a rumor, from Jerry no less, that Majuba Tom had passed away suddenly. So I looked up an old number I had for him, and called it. Happily Tom called me back, he was fine! Hadn't done much nugget hunting lately, had gotten into flint knapping, arrow heads and such. But he was encouraged enough I had contacted him that he would like to join us again this spring. Anyway, he's the one who told me that Frenchy had passed away. Got out of the gold game and gone back up to Alaska to commercial fish again. After a few years, moved back to Hawthorne and finally passed away to cancer.
So, maybe this spring we can have a sort of mini reunion of some of the old gang that are left. Sadly, Reno Jim, who has been my hunting partner and best friend for 37 years, wont' be joining us. He suffered a massive heart attack on Valentines Day and has been hospitalized ever since. He will never be the same if he even survives this.
Frenchy; Here is a pic of him in his Blazer. At the time, the thing had no reverse, he could only drive forward. So he always had to park on a hill facing down so he could drive off. He would sleep in the drivers seat with an ice chest of balony sandwiches in it. He'd sleep sitting up for few hours, then turn on the light and read for an hour, eat a sandwich, then go back to sleep for an hour or so. This continued all night. In the morning, he was fine and ready to go hunt! I never saw him eat anything else but those sandwiches!
And finally Majuba Tom in his new rig and a bottle of his favorite whiskey.