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Sunday, July 31, 2022

A Day at Nine Mile Canyon in 2006

Some pictures are digitally repaired or reconstructed

First set

Piles of Gold Bricks and the Trappers


Early Utah Trappers
And the Gold of the Red Ledges

The following is just one of the many research projects that I have accumulated as a result of 30 plus years of gathering information of unsolved mysteries pertaining the mysteries of this land, strange stories of discoveries, Mummy Caves, Caves with Unusual artifacts, implications of what can only be underground cities, Gold, Silver, and Platinum Caches left by men of the past, be it Romans, Spanish, the Confederate Underground, or some other. To this very day I am still looking for one individual or even a team to pursue that which is becoming more and more difficult for me. I have a few whom I trust explicitly, however they can hardly handle even one as a result of being roped to a job… For the most part, the majority of these projects have progressed as far as I can take them, barring new information, however the majority is at that point where in technology is seemingly the last and only resort, something I can no longer afford. The provenance of some is as good as you could hope for and some are very poor but with very compelling evidence. However the details is what will or will not convince you… Often times in these years of research I have often thought that certain projects can go no further, when out of the blue someone sends you new information. I have decided to share one of the many that some of you have heard before.

The following story has been told prior in another publication found in my good friend, Dale Bascom’s Book, Following the Legends, of which I highly recommend. The descendant of the prime story teller in Bascom’s book is my good friend David Bullock. David is the Grandson of Ben Bullock, however the story I intend to tell deals only with the core of the story, rather than the perspectives told in Dale’s book.

The basis of the story you may see at the end of this article.

My past Article with early research, PRIOR TO, “New Information”

It was about mid 2007 when my phone rang with one of my colleagues calling, asking if I had read the story of the trappers, Yes, I replied but it had been sometime. He wanted me to reevaluate the story as if it were a new and fresh story without all the perspectives of those who told the story for publication.

The first thing for me to do was to determine the possibility of the story ever happening. I would have no doubt that someone showed up in the area of Springville at the time of Ben Bullock and Bishop Koyle’s mining days, but I would seriously doubt the man’s name was actually Johnnie Rasmussen. Although it is possible to have a name of Danish or Norwegian decent and having come from Mexico, in all likely hood he was using a fake name. Having come from old Mexico as the story goes, provides but a small clue…

Having studied the contents of the journals of Ogden, Kittson, Provost, Ashley and other fur trappers, it is highly likely the event occurred as it coincides with a couple of trapping parties at the very time mentioned in the story told by Ben Bullock, keep in mind the story told I am sure was quite accurate, but only as accurate as Ben remembered It being told to him. The point being, this story is told 3rd hand… With this said and as a result, I will say, normally, I wouldn’t have given this story any consideration other than a friend asked me to investigate it. Having made the determination that it could very well have occurred, what would have been the motive for any of those passing the story along to tell a tall tale such as this? Although there are many with some very wild imaginations, and I am sure could come up with some answer to this question, I just don’t see it.

There was an event told in one of the histories recorded in the journals that “could be” a reference to the very event described by the man who came up from Mexico to search for his G Grandfathers gold discovery. If it is the same even, it would appear some embellishing was involved in the official report given by Provost.

“Etienne Provost, a Frenchman operating out of Santa Fe under Mexican license, entered Utah in 1824 by way of the Green River country. He made his way tothe Wasatch Front and very possibly may have entered the Salt Lake Valley. 
If this is so, he would have seen the lake before Jim Bridger. Provost's party was attacked by a band of Snake Indians in the fall of 1824 and most of the men were killed. Provost and the other survivors escaped and made their way to the Green River in eastern Utah, where they spent the winter at the mouth of the White River. The actual location of this attack remains unknown but is thought by most historians to have been on the Provo, Jordan, or Weber rivers.”

It would seem another location is just as fitting for this attack but this will be withheld until I find someone who has what it takes to investigate. Later in the same document it is said:

The discovery of Warren A. Ferris's Map of the Northwest Fur Country (drawn
in 1836) has shed new light on the topic and adds considerable, although not
conclusive, support to the argument that the Indian attack occurred on the
Jordan River.

Contrary to this statement, I see absolutely nothing in the Ferris Map that validates this statement, Continuing on….

Ferris's narrative states that Provost was attacked on "a stream
flowing into the Big Lake that now bears his name." This would be the "Provo"
River. The Ferris map clearly indicates that the river known to the mountain
men as the "Proveau" is the modern-day Jordan River. The fact that the attack
occurred on the Jordan River, combined with Provost's apparent familiarity
with the route through Weber Canyon to the Great Salt Lake, points strongly to
the probability that he was at the Great Salt Lake in the fall of 1824, well
before Jim Bridger tasted its salty waters.

Again I see nothing that implies that the attack took place at the Jordan River, and it certainly is not a “Fact.”

Whether the attack incident is or is not the following account of an attack is neither here nor there as my only motive in evaluating the expeditions of fur trading did in “fact” occur in the time frame given in the following story.

Without inserting the contents of the story first made public, I will give the synopsis without all of the perspectives given of those who added to the story which in and of itself is at least 3rd hand information. It is the fact that if you listen to the details given whether true or not, and you are able to find the existing places, features etc which give the story credibility, then there is a probability that the story in general is plausible.

As the story goes….
About 1913, a stranger emerges in the town of Springville going by the name Johnny Rasmussen, he begins asking questions about details regarding an old leather map he had which is presumed to have been made by his Great Grandfather and containing the clues to follow. Johnny eventually meets John Koyle of the Dream Mine and eventually Ben Bullock of the Golden Relief mine. Both entertained Johnny sharing their beliefs as to why Johnny’s map fit their area and mine, Johnny struggled with their details but being a little more convinced of Ben Bullocks location.

What Johnny, John Koyle and Ben Bullock didn’t know is that Johnny’s grandfather’s treasure cave was nowhere near their locations. All they had to do was read… carefully and pay attention to the core details… As the story went, Johnny eventually just disappeared. As far as I know, no one is actively looking for this treasure cave and I have to wonder why, It is possible to find, whether it be boots on the ground or technology, but before that happens, the correct location must be found, and even more important, the searcher has to be satisfied that it is the correct location.

The root of the story and details given in the original publication are as follows…

“The description of the treasure location was:
1. Two and one half day's ride from the south end of the salt sea and follow a river which ran northward from a large fresh water lake located in a beautiful valley southerly from the salt sea.
2. One half day ride southerly from the east shore of the fresh water lake to sugar loaf peak.
3. Sugar loaf peak south easterly above springs that make a valley at foot of mountains and supply Indian camp with water.
4. Gold tunnel about three quarters mile southerly from sugar loaf peak and high on foothills.
5. Sugar loaf gold tunnel below rusty red ledges.
6. You look to the southwest along mountain and the valley closes.

“This was all brought about in about 1825 when Johnny's great grandfather was with a trapping party in the Rocky Mountain area. It was getting along to early fall. Fur bearing animals were becoming more scarce so the trapping party held a powwow in a meadow southerly from the south end of the salt sea. (We think the Grantsville area.) This search was for future trapping streams. It was decided to separate the party into groups of three and spend about ten days to two weeks fanning out in all directions to thoroughly explore the areas for next springs trapping. Rasmussen and two companions were sent in a southerly direction following a large stream. For two and one half days they explored branching streams but kept to the course of the starting point stream as a guide line. When they entered a mountain narrow southerly from their starting point they beheld a beautiful valley with a large fresh water lake south of them. In this valley a number of streams flowed from the mountains to the east which they explored but found no evidence of beaver dams. To the south the valley closed so they engaged in following streams as far south as the canyons fed. One little stream had a beaver dam in it so they followed its course southerly toward the mountain. A sugar loaf stood out at the base of the mountain for which they were heading. They made their way through cedar trees in the valley and saw the Wickiup of an Indian camp westerly from sugar loaf. Not knowing weather the Indians were friendly or not they skirted to the north of the camp and headed for the hills. The stream they had been following was fed by many springs between the Indian camp and the mountain.

When southerly from the camp and ascending the foothills they heard and saw a party of Indians coming from the south. They forced their horses higher up the hills and through the cedar trees. One of the Indians sent an arrow which lodged in the back of one of the trappers. He hung doggedly to his saddle until they saw a badger come out of a large hole on the side of the mountain. One rider jumped from his horse and found the hole large enough for them to crawl down into a larger opening. They abandoned their horses by swatting them on their rumps. The trappers hurried down into the badger hole, pulling the wounded man down into the hole with them. It was now evening time and getting very cool. A pile of sticks and brush had been dragged into the hole by animals and from these eventually a fire was started to warm the wounded man. One knotted cedar branch made a good torch and was taken from the fire to light the cavern to its depths. Not far along the way the trappers found piles of bricks which proved to be gold ingots.

He hurried back to his friends with the news of his find and the two men ran back to look at the gold. They were very excited with the great treasure. After some discussion it was decided that the gold bars were too heavy for one man to carry without horses and the gold could not be continually hidden. When found out they had had it. Their lives would be in danger until they told where their wealth came from.

They came to the decision that the best thing would be to keep in mind the guide posts that would lead to their find until paper and pen could be had to draw a map and write a thorough description which would lead them back to sugar loaf gold. This decided they hurried back to their wounded friend to tell of their good luck but found he had died from his wound. They pulled his body back to the piles of gold bricks and completely covered his body with bricks of gold to keep wild animals from ravaging him. From fear of being discovered by the Indians the trappers waited for days before they dared venture outdoors. The hour was late, they crawled out of their treasure tunnel, and walked the long distance back to home camp on the shores of the salten sea.

It is not known how long Johnie's great grandfather stayed with the trapping party  but he kept his golden tunnel treasure of sugar loaf secret, and firmly in his mind  until he had paper and pen to make a permanent record of it.”

If the information has been handed down correctly, the fact that he mentioned "Bricks" and "Gold Ingots" rather than "bars" or other tells me this is likely NOT a Spanish Cache, it is left by some former culture and by vague information, but by common sense and reasoning, has an estimated value of 500 Million plus.

You now have all the information I had to start with, can you find the right location? I may be right, and I might not be... but I can tell you the profound evidences without a stretch of the imagination are all there...

Thursday, July 28, 2022

Underground City of The Snake Kingdom In the Henry Mountains?

 Originally Posted July 4th 2021

There are many unbelievable stories circulating the internet these days, stories of Egyptians coming to America, giant birds thought to be a surviving Pterodactyl, Giant Humans of the past ancient underground cities in the western regions of North America and even giant snakes... As a skeptic, some of these things I do not currently believe and some I do, but I assure you if I do or do not, I have very good reason to or not to...

One of those things I do believe in is giant snakes... Why? Because we have a record of them, not only of ancient times but in modern times as well. But what is considered a giant snake? In the story I am going to tell shortly, it is mentioned within that the snake is an estimate of “well over 28 feet” and “over 35 feet,” Is this possible? Of course it is... I read all the time of stories of giants of the past giant men, not snakes, I have heard of reports and some quite credible of 7 to 9 foot giants, truth be known, these are not giants, in fact neither are those reported of 15 feet tall. Giant to us indeed, but truly not giants, the giants of the past were much larger... I will leave it at that.

Have you ever wondered why various species were much larger in the past? So have I, but have you ever wondered why wasn't man? Probably not because scientist have clearly explained to us that these species lived millions of years ago and man wasn't here... do you believe them? I don't, but Enough of that...

The largest snake recorded and made available to the people for their knowledge, was 42 feet, said to have lived some “60 million” years ago so that you will never question it, and estimated to have been a one ton “behemoth dubbed Titanoboa,” Sounds scary doesn't it? and said to be a “descendant”, but I think they meant ancestor of the boa. The largest living snake in these times, some “60 million” years later, was recorded at 25 feet and 350 pounds however there is a conflicting story of an Anaconda measuring 27 feet and weighing in at 500 pounds... science, of all people believe the Anaconda “can” reach up to 30 feet. I guess I just wanted you to know this before I tell the following story.

Having slept a time or two and had a beer, some years ago I and some friends were sitting around the camp fire, when one of my friends who had remained some what quiet through a similar story just told... and after, that silence that generally follows a good story, broke. The man I speak of is one of the most credible individuals I know. He said, over in the Henry's there is an ancient underground city, said by the tribal people to have been large enough to house 50,000 people at one time. He proceeded to tell how he and his two friends had came to know of it, and how they found it. There are some who might read this who need to know, he never told us where it was, he is a man of his word and if he gave his word not to show anyone, he would never do so. He did however described a tunnel they had found, of some 80 feet which lead to very large stone doors. He describe the curious working of the doors and explained that at the beginning of this tunnel one would start out in ankle deep water, but by the time you reach the 9 foot tall stone doors, you would be up to your armpits in water. One of us asked why he hadn't opened the stone doors, his answer made perfect sense, water was leaking through and from the tops of the doors. He said he sat there for an hour in water, just studying the doors, trying to come up with a way to get access. Later after our trip he showed evidence of what he had told us, evidence of which I did not have to see, as I knew he was being nothing but truthful.

Not long after my friend had broke his silence, I sent him the following story, although he would not say how it was related to what he had told, only that it was... 

The story below was published in about 2010, as the story went.... 

More than twelve years ago, an elderly Piute Indian lady and a male friend – both from Price, Utah – were chasing down a Piute story from the lady’s youth. The lady’s grandfather had said there was an underground city, and gold mines, under the Henry Mountains in Utah, near the former site of what the grandfather described as the “Serpent Temple”. The grandfather had a hand drawn picture of the entrance to the temple – showing giant snakes carved in rock. He claimed the picture was from his family and the temple had been destroyed and buried to hide the site. To shorten the story substantially, in their searches of the mountain, the male claims to have been watching some cattle at a spring near the site and suddenly saw a monstrous snake strike a small under 1 year old calf of say 150+ lbs in size. He estimated the snake to be over 35ft in length. He claimed it knocked the calf over and quickly wrapped around it and he watched fascinated and terrified as it took a rather long period of time to engulf the calf.



Ultimately he claimed to have seen it and other of similar size multiple times, and went so far as to ask the local rancher if he had been losing any calves. The rancher replied rustlers were apparently taking 10 or 12 a year in the area.

The lady claims she was sitting on rock beside the dirt road one day and one came out from a hole in a pile of rocks nearby. Terrified, she remained frozen as it raised up to her face height and somewhat opened its mouth so close that she could even smell how foul its breath was. Oddly, the lady, who said she used to capture and eat snakes (especially rattlesnakes) routinely in the mountains in her youth, claimed the snake was like nothing she’d ever seen. She described it’s skin as being leathery, rather than having the scales she was used to seeing. Furthermore its head (“bigger than my head”), had some kind of dorsal ridge down it. After a long moment, it lowered its head and crossed the road at a diagonal, disappearing down the hill on the other side. The tail apparently was on one side of the road as the head reached the other. The lady and the guy claim to have measured the distance at well over 28ft.

I’ve visited the site. No skins, no massive snake scat to be seen. The couple however remained insistent in their stories. They claimed the snakes lived inside the tunnels in the mountain where the temperatures are constant, with plenty of water since the springs came from there. The Piute claims the snakes where put there to protect the site which incidentally is also supposed to contain a chamber with wall lined with gold or gold tablets upon which the history of mankind is written.

If the “snakes” were put there, how come they didn’t spread out? Oddly, that might be the easiest part. The Henry Mountains are literally an oasis in the desert, with water, large numbers of deer and one of the largest buffalo herds in the country. But the area around the mountains is rather inhospitable. It would likely be difficult for a cold-blooded creature (or is it cold blooded?) to travel far.

It’s a fun story. Is it true? I believe the Piute lady is dead now. She and her companion stuck to their story over the several years I talked with them. They said they wanted to prove their story to others.


I to have visited this site many times, it is a very strange yet beautiful place...

What connection does this place have if any to Calakmul and the Snake Dynasty of Kaan (Sky)? Snake Kingdom, or the ancient city of Culiacan? The snake serpent diety of Kukulkan? Is this the same Kaan Columbus was looking for? That's ridiculous!, Columbusaccidentally” discovered America, and if you don't think so just ask WIKI!

As it would seem, the two friends of my friend are likely the sons of the “Paiute” woman, but she was likely Ute. She wanted to show the world and prove it, I have the same ideas... however it seems her sons have different ideas... I have made several trips to this place and although I cannot say any of this is true... I feel that it is... I can say there is something very different at the Henry's... It is a feeling I cannot describe, something ancient... it is as if you are constantly being watched... And be warned... you cannot take enough spare tires…

Sunday, July 24, 2022

Hopewell Spearheads

 "Ceremonial Purposes"

The default Academic explanation when they don't know 

what to say, and avoid the obvious answer.

"it must have been" "it was probably"

"It is thought to be"

3 ways to say, "We don't know" 

when pride won't let you tell the truth

Keep in mind, the people responsible for making these spearheads,  

were an average height of 7 to 8 feet tall.

Hopewell Obsidian Spearheads
Obsidian from Yellowstone Wyoming

A thousand years from now the Academics will stumble across in a dig of what is left of the Salt Lake Valley, a Kohler Porcelain toilet, they will have no idea what it is but will announce that it is 10,000 years old, and probably of Egyptian origin and thought to be for ceremonial communal drinking  purposes in worship to the Egyptian god Kol Lar, but the plastic Evian  bottle will completely perplex them but they will likely state that it must have been some type of musical instrument having its origin in Africa.... and thought to be 100,000 years old... Probably.

Wednesday, July 13, 2022

Enough Gold to fill the back of a pick up truck 3 feet high!


Some time in the mid to late 1970’s a middle aged Indian man rolled into town looking for work. He was a Native American Indian of unknown tribe. The man asked around town concerning work and occasionally someone would give him some odd jobs to help. One such business man in this town, a paraplegic in a wheel chair,  would put the Indian to work as often as he seen him, the Indian man was a hard worker and always did as he was asked. He would work for weeks at a time, get paid and then disappear for a week or so, and then he would show up again work a week or so and then disappear for a week or so. This became a pattern over about a year, the business man never asked him where he would go when he disappeared.

One day after a year or so the Indian showed up at the business man work place and asked him if he could come out to the parking lot. The businessman agreed and wheeled himself out side and followed the Indian to his old truck. The Indian man invited the business man to the back of his truck where he dropped the tailgate exposing an old canvas neatly covering something. The Indian lifted the edge of the canvas exposing what was clearly gold bars (presumed Spanish origin) neatly stacked in two rows spanning  about 3 feet wide in the bed of the truck. 

The business mans eyes popped open as the Indian again covered the cargo and secured the canvas and asked, where did you get this? The Indian smiled as he looked up at the mountain saying nothing and then reached under the canvas and pulled out one of the bars and handed it to the man in the wheelchair, and said, “You are the closest thing I have as a friend; you have always been good to me. As you can see I have all I need, it is time for me to go find my family. 

The Indian then pulled out a piece of paper and looking up and referring to the mountain plainly in view, he began to draw a map explaining details to the man in the wheelchair, and finishing his map, he told him, this is what I had been looking for when I disappeared at times and when I needed supplies I would come back to town to work, I want you to have this there is still enough gold to fill the back of a pick up truck 3 feet high. It is presumed the Indian had information handed down possibly an old waybill taken from Spaniards the Indians had killed long ago. 

The Indian explained that he had covered the hole where the bars came from, and covered it with a steel plate and although not mentioned he no doubt covered the plate with dirt. The Indian thanked him again, shook his hand and set out to find his family, this time disappearing for the last time, never seeing him again. The businessman just sat in his wheelchair at the edge of the parking lot as the Indian drove away, starring up at the mountain dumbfounded by what just happened.


After the reality of the situation set in his mind, the man knew there was nothing he could do with this, after all, he’s in a wheel chair. He decided that there was a certain lady client and friend whom he felt he should pass it to, suggesting she hold it for her boy when he grows up. This apparently is what she did and in about 1998 give or take a year, she told her son the story and gave him the map. To shorten this part of the story her son and his friend and business partner made two trips down to this mountain to try to find what the Indian had drawn instructions to on the map. 

Having heard of this as a result of a friend who worked for the son and his partner, when I was satisfied that they were no longer going to pursue the story I sought out the lady’s son who is now a friend of mine, or I’d like to think so although we haven’t talk in near 16 years or better. He was a very pleasant individual and we became friends, he gave me a copy of the map and with his blessings we organized and made 3 additional trips only to make the same mistakes that he had made, mistakes that were recently discovered, and at this time he does not know. No matter, he will soon enough know especially if it proves to be a mistake and the alternative is correct. I never forget where a story comes from and if a story finds my interest, it is assigned with an originator. If success is ever found, he will be a beneficiary regardless. 

What was thought to be inconsistencies drawn on the map and viewed as mistakes were not mistakes at all. This “mistake” was only discovered yesterday due to a friend asking 20 questions… If only I had figuratively dug just a little deeper back in 2001 who knows where we might be with this project today? As it stands today, based on information given by the Indian, somewhere described by him on a secluded mountain here in the west, lies enough gold bars to fill the back of a pick up truck 3 feet high, which of course no truck could carry… at a conservative value today of  2.4 billion. 

Although it would seem precise instructions are given, in my estimation, the equipment needed on this project is a Magnetometer on a drone, if we had to settle for less, a handheld mag would surely suffice, and/or a dam good metal detector. Safety equipment is a must on this one, climbing gear and such and this just to get to the site. This is not for the Candy Ass Prospector. Of course many implicating details have been left out of this project based in New Mexico. No plans as of yet have been made to return.




Monday, July 11, 2022

Buckhorn Wash Before and After Photos Digital Restoration

 Digital Reconstruction of Buckhorn Wash Pictograph Panels

It has been 6 years since I finished this 11 year project and made it public. Why did I do it? Well... I felt compelled, and my curiosity to see what no one believed was possible to ever see, however thanks to the the restoration team of 1995, the makers of Image J, DStretch and Photoshop Elements 6, and My Sweet Amy's photography, The impossible became possible and with at least a 95% accuracy... or better... ;-) please enjoy... again... 

I wish I had the time to do projects like this, over and over...

(watch closely)

Digital Restoration of an Unusual Glyph

 If you know where this is great! Most walk right past it...

Digitally Enhanced