The first time I met David “Boo Coo” Haas was at the Lost Dutchman’s Mining Association camp at Italian Bar in California back in the early ’80s. I had seen Boo Coo around camp. He wasn’t hard to miss. He would play his mandolin and sing and drink around the campfires in the evening, but it wasn’t until my father, George “Buzzard” Massie, invited him to our mining
operation deep in the canyon below the camp that I got to know Boo Coo better.