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Which way did he go?

PostPosted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 12:06 am
by Greg Weisbrod
I am somewhat old and this computer/chat business is new to me, so I
may need to get pulled out of the bog. A couple years ago the fellow
leading the Potrillo Hole Round-Up field trip was telling about a collecting
site south of Deming I wanted to visit. It was on a turnoff from the road
down to Columbus and I believe fluorescent stuff was mentioned.
Well, I had forgotten the way and went astray only finding locked gates
and a couple of dead cows. I understand there might be restrictions on
collecting there but would appreciate hearing about any guesses
folks might have on this. Also, the old West is a law unto itself, the sun-
bleached cow skull is an American icon. Still I'm wondering, city boy
that I am, aren't they supposed to call the knacker man in Luna Co.?

PostPosted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 8:51 am
by Rockpuppy
Well I'm new to running boards so we're on equal ground there. Luna is a place unto it's own as you know and it's the responsibility of the owner not the county to dispose of dead animals. Most of Luna is open range and might be any one of a dozen ranchers.


On the other hand I'll ask at the next meeting today if anyone knows of the area you speak of.

PostPosted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 4:24 pm
by Greg Weisbrod
Members of the Southwestern Fluorescent Mineral society were present during the last Roundup. These gracious and generous people allowed me to come with them on their field trip down to the Hermanas Mts. -- the area in question. They supplied me with a miner's lamp, a black light, and let me share their prospect pit. My mentors preparation, skill, and attention to safety was inspiring. My contribution was mainly in staying out of their way and offering an occasional bit of advice. They rewarded me with a nice specimen they won after much work. A sure mark of their generosity, as my contribution was only a small stimulus toward their effort. I think their teeth would grind and they would swing the hammer harder after hearing my helpful comments. Not that I was entirely idle, I beat on some rock too. Later, after removing the straw hat I had been wearing, I thought my strenuous efforts had turned my hair white, but it was only the hydrozincite dust that had sifted through. Many thanks for the trip, the refreshment (watermelon), and the fellowship.