“The now defunct mining town of Contact, Nevada, is seen in this early Clarence Bisbee photo. The town once had a hotel, a church, restaurants, and a service station that burned in a 1942 fire. Remnants of the town remain about 20 miles south of the Idaho-Nevada border.

This photo caught my attention because I have some limited memories when I was very young of going to Contact, Nevada. In fact, it might be one of my earliest memories of traveling. My Dad has much more experience with Contact. Here is a quote from his history related to Contact.

“July 17, 1975, Larry called me at home and sent me to Twin Falls, to move Dale Aslett mining and milling from Garrison Utah to Tuscarora Nevada. It was my first time in the office, a little white house east of the shop. Nothing like the nice big office they built on the Northeast corner of their property later. The man in the office was called JR; his real name was Francis Cammack. He was a hunch back, heavy smoker, and bike rider. That was not a very good description, but true, I learned a lot about him over time, we would become good friends. He was excellent office help, and a good bookkeeper and accountant. I had learned years ago when going out of town for a company to take clothing, toothbrush, shaving things and lots of cash, I didn’t have credit cards at that time. A little bag of tools was also a good thing. JR gave me instructions on what I would be doing and where, that I needed to keep track of every dime spent, miles, and hours Dale Aslett would be paying the bill for the truck and me. When I went out to get the truck in the yard, I was met by the driver, of (his) truck #39 that I was to use. He told me he didn’t want me driving (his) truck that they should have waited till he had time to do the job and not put a driver in (his) truck. He was a Mechanic and driver for Circle A. he was mad giving me a lot of instructions, he gave me the keys, telling me not to hurt (his) truck and a flatbed trailer. I had temporary Nevada permits for 72 hours. I was off south on Highway 93 to Jackpot, Wells, Ely Nevada then East on 8 & 50 to Baker, Nevada then on 487 to Garrison, Utah. Off the paved road, on a dirt road 15 miles into the mountain, where mine was. The mine was a strip mine; they had cleared the pine trees and brush putting them in a big pile. Then I used a cat to push up the ore. It was Fluoride rock that had to be crushed, screened, and washed to remove impurities. Dale Aslett had a big pile of ore that he had crushed and more to crush. The product could not be cleaned to speck he tried everything he could think of. He had used a shaker screen table with water like used in gold mines but could not make it work. He was broken and needed to move on the next thing for him to try. This was silver mine at Tuscarora, Nevada. The man and his wife were living in a trailer house on the sight, with a diesel generator for power for mine equipment and their trailer. The other miners had moved on with no money to pay them. George and Rose Steel were all that was left. Years later I would work with them south of Contact, Nevada where Dale was trying his hand at barite ore mining, it would be a money maker for some years. George and I, with the help of a loader, loaded the trailer with conveyer belts and hoppers as much as we could put on and still stay legal. They invited me to eat with them, it was a big meal with deer steak, baked potatoes, boiled carrots with onions and homemade bread. Then I was on my way to Tuscarora about 250 miles, when I got their Dale had dug a long trench, the width of the cat’s blade, as deep as my trailer.  I backed into the trench and Dale with a piece of 4 inch drill steel chained to the dozer lift arm, with a hook chained on the end of the pipe, would lift each piece up and dragged it out in the sage brush, then the next till I was unloaded. This I learned through time this was the normal thing for Dale. Later at Contact Nevada, and at Monsanto in Soda Springs Idaho. The nick name of chain and cable construction was really a fact. I traveled back and forth till everything was in Tuscarora, one night in Tuscarora I had to buy Dale supper he was out of money. I got to eat with George and Rose many times; George even took me out to the big pile of pine trees and dirt that had been stripped off the mine. There he had a secret door of pine boughs that led into like a big teepee. There inside hung deer, which he would cut off some meat for each meal, along with bags of potatoes, onions, and carrots. He would miss this at the mine in Tuscarora, only miles of sage brush. When I finished the last load my permits had run out, Dale told me not to worry. If I went north on highway 226 through Mountain City, Nevada and Owyhee, Nevada through the Duck Valley Indian reservation to Bruneau, Idaho in the dark no one would bother me, the Idaho border was only 50 miles that way, this was the long slow drive narrow two lain road with lots of bends and curves. That was an interesting time seeing the way Dale did things. When I got back to Twin on July 20th, the driver of (his) truck came out for a full inspection. Counting chains and binders are used to secure the loads and straps, checking the oil in the truck, looking at all the tires. Well, I passed, next was JR turning in all the paperwork, reporting what I had done, I drove 26 hours went 1075 miles on 185 gals fuel. JR told me Dale would pay me later, I didn’t know that would be months later, but I did get paid and very good.”

Francis Percival Cammack Jr (1931-1999)