Wait, Jimmy M is Jim Mccullough? THE Jim McCullough? How have you been Jim? Are you still roaming around out in that fabulous Pinto mountain/Twenty-nine Palms area? I will always remember that it was you who basically introduced me to one of the most haunting and evocative areas in the southern desert a whole bunch of years ago.
I have a funny memory of how that first meeting with you went, and since we're among friends (mostly), I'm gonna remind you of it. I had, I think emailed you and asked for a phone number saying I was a new detector prospector - I had dredged for 6 years of summers in the Sierras but in the desert that didn't count - and would you consider meeting up with me and showing me around the Pinto Mountains? Do you remember? You kindly said yes and we make a plan to meet somewhere in Twenty-Nine Palms or thereabouts. Now I'd been out into the Pinto's a few times and I know it's got lots of places to make mistakes if you don't have the right vehicle or the right driving style, so I am slightly nonplused when I see you pull up in an older sedan of some type, obviously two-wheel drive and fairly low slung - but I figure well that means we will probably stay on the Gold Crown Rd., the main road out there and so I park my 4x4 SUV and climb in. I cannot adequately describe the tour you took me on, or the roads (well some would call them roads, they were barely tracks), hauling ass though this wild place commenting at almost every hillock and gully pointing out where you had previously found gold and when - in this low-slung two-wheel drive sedan trailing a huge plume of dust. I was enthralled and amazed and to this day I still remember your afternoon ride full of good humor and experience and knowledge. I thought you should know. Thanks again.