ADVENTURE ON THE TULE
Me and two boys decided to run away and live in the lake bottom where the Tule River ends. We were going to live off the land. We took my .22 rifle, fishing gear to make trout lines. Potatoes and other things to eat. We didn't tell anybody where we were going. We just left. The whole town was looking for us. My Uncle Earl found us. He rode his horse, Pancho, out where we were at. We ran out of food. Stanley went to the Mexican camp and stole a chicken in the middle of the night. The other boy (I didn't know him) shot beside of us in the water with the .22 rifle. Stanley took the gun away from him and balled him out. Stanley got a splinter under his fingernail and had to cut it out. It must have been extremely painful. They didn't do anything to us, just brought some food out. Stanley had to go into town because of his finger, so that ended it. We went home.
THE BEAR HUNT
In Thompson Falls Montana, I went real western. I wore a cowboy Stetson hat and grew a full beard. I got three way tag- Bear/Deer/Elk. Me, Lance, and Phil went hunting on Cherry Creek. I was walking along hunting by myself when I saw this big bear going across in front of me, about 100 yards in front of me. I took a bead on him for a heart shot and pulled the trigger. He kept walking. I knew I had hit him. The first thing I said was "Damn, I have a wounded bear on my hands." He went into the tangles and I ran around to catch him when he came out. He didn't come out so I knew I would have to go in and get him. It was just about dusk so I couldn't see to well. I went in and walked right up on him. He was laying with his head on a limb. I jumped on a log. I was so close the scope fooled me. I shot and didn't get a vital shot. I had a 243 mag, very small for a bear. I yelled for Phil to bring his big gun, a 7 mm mag. The bear was already dead. My first shot was 2 inches low and 4 inches back from the heart. it clipped him in the diaphragm. The ranger told me the bear was 5 years old and weighed about 500 pounds.
(sixth generation from king Kamaya Kamaya)
I got to visit the Queen of Polynesia. We were on yellow alert, patrol driving around the island. Our Hawaian sergeant was driving me and Cal. He knew the queen personally, so he decided to visit we went with him. Her place was east of Wakaki Beach. The house was big with a Lani running through it. We found her in the back yard in a big wickiup chair. (the house was unpainted) The sergeant started talking to her. (she was pretty old) Me and Cal sttod to the side. The sergeant introduced us to her, one at a time. I bowed with one hand over the other. I had a hard time understanding her (pigin English). I was scared! Cal did the same as I did, then we left.
I was in Hawaii (Oahu) in Schofield Barracks in the Army. I was in combat engineers. One day in the barracks, Sean Calanan and I were watching a live telecast of hula dancers. I told Cal I knew where that beach was. I said let's get us some girls. I picked the one I wanted and we borrowed a car and headed for the beach. When we got there, I spotted her standing off by herself staring across the water. I walked up to her and we looked at each other. I'm shy so I didn't know what to say. Finally she did a little hula dance for me. I did sort of like a bop-hula. Not a word was said. I held out my hand and she held out her hand. I took her by the hand and started leading her off the beach. Suddenly she jerked her hand loose. So I held out my hand again. I didn't know if she could speak English. She then threw a punch at me. I blocked it. Then threw another punch with the other hand. I blocked it. (I'm fast with my hands) She then screamed and came at me with all kinds of Karate. I blocked everything. When she hesitated, I turned and ran. I ran by Cal and yelled "RUN! She's trying to kill me!" We ran to the car and a local boy started to pound on the hood. Trying to get us to stop. We got out of there! I later found out that she was Kokanee (Darling of the Pacific) Internationally known.
I was working for Knapp and Graham Well Drilling Co., as derrick man. One night I was tying off the drill collar on a changeover. The drill collar is very heavy (it gives the weight for drilling). It started rolling toward my arms and would have cut them off. I didn't want that, so I pushed off. I fell 28 feet--the length of the drill collar is 23 feet and the height of the rotary table is 5 feet. All I got was the wind knocked out of me. I didn't get any broken bones. Two more feet (30 Feet) is an absolute kill.