By the spring of 1961, just two years at their new location, word had spread about the giant T-Bone cowboy steaks at Pinnacle Peak Patio, and if you wore a neck tie they would cut it off. Business had picked up so much that the bar was moved to the now enclosed porch area. A new large grill was added, plus a patio in front seating an additional 75 people. The lines of people waiting to be seated on Friday and Saturday night were growing longer.
                     In May that year when Paradise Valley High, let out for the summer, Marv and Herman started working days doing clean up work. There was a big pile of booze bottles out back that took three truck loads to haul away. Cactus trimmings, lots of boxes, it all had to go somewhere. That somewhere was an abandoned mine shaft everyone in the area was using as a landfill. It was located about three miles east of Pinnacle Peak Patio up on the side of Troon Mountain. Near what is today 116th st. and Jomax road. This unshored up mine shaft went down at a slight angle 65 feet. The drive up there would usually take them a good half an hour, driving in low gear, over this winding, rutted trail thru some dry washes and then up the side of old Troon, some locals called Boulder Montain.
                   They would carefully back their truck up to the edge until the tailgate hung over the rocky hole. Down this jagged rocky throat rained all kinds of trash. Booze bottles bounceing and exploding off the jagged rocky sides, then disappearing into the darkness below. Two loads of the Spanish Dagger Cactus, with long sharp points had just went down into this pit. Then more cardboard boxes sent down, gasoline was then poured onto this pile of rubble down in the darkness. Now......... wait awhile and let the fumes build up, then set fire to one last cardboard box, and kick it into the hole and run like hell. The firey roar that came out of this Dragon,s  throat was really something to see. Marv & Herman remember it well. Once it had set the serounding desert brush and grass on fire, keeping them busy stamping out the fire and stopping it from spreading.
                   Monday June 12th, 1961 was another hot day in the desert north of Scottsdale, Arizona. This day Marv and Herman will never forget. After another busy week end, more trash had to be hauled to the local landfill, i.e., the mine shaft on Troon Mountain. They ad dumped several loads on Friday and after the last load, set it all on fire. This fire could smolder for days. Now on Monday they had dumped a couple of loads, maybe one more to go. Again they carefully backed the pick-up to the edge of the hole, so the tail gate hung over the hole. Some smoke was still wafting up from the smoldering trash. They wanted to finish this job before it got too hot.This time of the year the temperature could normally go to 110 to 115 degrees in the shade, and there was no shade. Oh yah, its a Dry Heat all right.
                A heavy 55 gallon barrel of trash had to be dumped, so Marv climbed up onto the tailgate and got behind the barrel to push it back onto the tailgate. But it was heavy so Herman was going to climb up and help. They still are not sure how it happened, but the tailgate suddenly gave way as herman put his weight on it. Down Herman went , straight down the center of the shaft. Landing on the slope of the trash and tumbling on down to the bottom. He had sprung his ankle and wrenched his back but was otherwise okay.
               Now Marv turning around see's Herman is gone. Pannick stricken he begins hollering down into the mine shaft. Herman hollers back letting him know he's okay. Herman's lucky , if this had happened a week earlier before more trash was added, glass shards from broken bottles, and the Spanish Dagger Cactus with sharp spear points would have been waiting for him. As it is the fire is still smoldering , so its hot and smokey. In a way , Herman says the fire was a good thing, usually there are Rattle Snakes down in these  abandoned mine shafts. But because of the fire there are none in this one. Herman found some tin cans and put them up to set on  and put his feet on , because the fire is still burning below him. So you know its hot down there with smoke and not mch oxygen to breathe. The space at the bottom was only 10 or 12 foot square. When Herman looked up, the light at the top was about the size of a postage stamp.
                     Marv didn't want to leave his brother, ut Herman finally convinced him, Marv had to go for help. So Marv jumped in the truck and roared off down the trail, spilling the remaining cans and 55 gallon drum and its contents along the way. Down the road he sped, through the dry wash and over humps he normally drove in low gear.  But now the dust was flying , he came into the parking lot on two wheels and skidded to a stop in a cloud of dust. Running inside hollering for someone to help. Marv was so pannicked and out of breath he couldn't even talk when Bill Depew asked him what was wrong.
               After they had radioded the Sheriff's Dept. They gathered up what they could find of ropes or chains they could piece together to reach down the full 65 foot shaft. Then Marv along with Bill, Jim Capron , and a steak salesman that happened to be at the Patio, raced back to the abandoned mine. Herman said it seemed like he was gone 4 or 5 hours. But in reality Herman had now been down in the ot smokey mine shaft about an hour and a half. After tying these sections of rope and chains together then throwing one end down to Herman. They tried pulling him up by hand , but couldn't. So then they tied their end to the back of the truck. Bill got in and started moving it forward. Herman had tied his end around his waist and was hanging on tight as he could.
              Slowly the truck moved forward and slowly Herman began to rise up from the dark, hot, smokey pit. Slowly as he came up the shaft he could see the pening getting larger, where frightened faces and safety was waiting. As he got nearer the top he could also see where the rope was being pulled through a jagged notch in the rocks. And just as he got close, the rope broke.