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04-05-2020, 12:28
Warren Castaneira, the author, is on FB and was in the USMC assigned to MACV SOG in Laos (unconfirmed). This was posted on the FB SF Brothers with few comments.
Any of the VFOG's ever hear the story of Bubba? :munchin
Here the story about "Bubba SF Tiger from Laos." This was copied from a story sent to a member of my Special Forces Association chapter in Las Vegas. Just think of how many zoos in the world have a tiger sired by Bubba.
By Warren Castaneira
* We got him in Laos after his mom tramped on a land mine. He was only two days old, but I had him in my jungle jacket wrapped in a towel, and when we were extracted, we fed him milk and got him on his way. He did well because he got much more massive than an Asian Tiger usually grew to. His weakness was real beer (He had two cans a day), which he slurped down, went to a corner of the hooch, rolled on his back, showed his junk, and snored like the last day! If the Bubster wanted to get in your bunk with you, you just rolled over and dealt with it. It's such a shame, so many tigers were killed over there because most were killed for sport and not in human defense. When we cycled out, the question was, what the hell do with Bubba??? He couldn't survive because he only knew SOG, SF, Seals, etc. Here is where we got creative. We had access to things regular military didn't. So we got creative, and a phone call went to a research zoo in Sidney Australia, and we asked if they wanted a free tiger. When the lady at the other end realized we were for real, she pissed her pants and said yes, but how do we get him? I don't want to reference Air America, but we flew the Bubster to his new home, and I got off the airplane with him walking beside me like a dog on a leash. They all went nuts when he walked to the lady and heeled by her side, looking at her for instructions. He must have had a perfect time and life there because he sired tons of babies. When I was back in Sidney in 87, I saw a bronze plaque telling about the SF Tiger that came to them in 1969 and made Lotsa great baby tigers. That part of my life is gone like Bubba, who lasted to 85, but every time I hear a Tiger make those peculiar noises, my head and heart go back to a tiny little baby we found in Laos in 1968. God, I miss him!�� BTW the Bubster never lived in a cage. He was always shown love from a bunch of very dangerous men whose hearts melted when they met him. To discipline him, you grabbed a handful of hair and flesh on his shoulder and simply said no. He never retaliated he just complied. When I said, he never lived in a cage, the decision about the zoo where he ended up was a research zoo that was very excited because of gene diversity. It also had the new concept of no animals in cages. People were the ones in cages or behind glass. It took a bit for him to get back to being a tiger, but after he figured out the male-female thing, nature took its course, and he was off to the races and made a ton of tiger babies who are in zoos around the world. God Bless, to my knowledge, was the only SF tiger in the history books. An interesting side note is that SF and MAC V were in many ways involved with the CIA. The coats and ties back in Langley, big spooks, couldn’t understand how our intel was so accurate. Picture an NVA prisoner strapped into a chair and questioned. Also, picture the prisoner telling us in multiple languages to go F ourselves. So a hood goes back on, and the prisoner was said to spill the beans, or we were going to feed the zip to our tiger. They all laughed their asses off and said we were crazy. Enter the Bubster and have his head about two feet from the prisoner, pull the hood off at the same time I would pinch the back of Bubbas neck. He roared in the dinks face with his extremely nasty tiger breath, and the prisoner pissed his pants or worse while he sang like the Mormon tabernacle choir. God, I miss that stuff. BTW our intel was so accurate the pencil necks were amazed and never found out why!
Any of the VFOG's ever hear the story of Bubba? :munchin
Here the story about "Bubba SF Tiger from Laos." This was copied from a story sent to a member of my Special Forces Association chapter in Las Vegas. Just think of how many zoos in the world have a tiger sired by Bubba.
By Warren Castaneira
* We got him in Laos after his mom tramped on a land mine. He was only two days old, but I had him in my jungle jacket wrapped in a towel, and when we were extracted, we fed him milk and got him on his way. He did well because he got much more massive than an Asian Tiger usually grew to. His weakness was real beer (He had two cans a day), which he slurped down, went to a corner of the hooch, rolled on his back, showed his junk, and snored like the last day! If the Bubster wanted to get in your bunk with you, you just rolled over and dealt with it. It's such a shame, so many tigers were killed over there because most were killed for sport and not in human defense. When we cycled out, the question was, what the hell do with Bubba??? He couldn't survive because he only knew SOG, SF, Seals, etc. Here is where we got creative. We had access to things regular military didn't. So we got creative, and a phone call went to a research zoo in Sidney Australia, and we asked if they wanted a free tiger. When the lady at the other end realized we were for real, she pissed her pants and said yes, but how do we get him? I don't want to reference Air America, but we flew the Bubster to his new home, and I got off the airplane with him walking beside me like a dog on a leash. They all went nuts when he walked to the lady and heeled by her side, looking at her for instructions. He must have had a perfect time and life there because he sired tons of babies. When I was back in Sidney in 87, I saw a bronze plaque telling about the SF Tiger that came to them in 1969 and made Lotsa great baby tigers. That part of my life is gone like Bubba, who lasted to 85, but every time I hear a Tiger make those peculiar noises, my head and heart go back to a tiny little baby we found in Laos in 1968. God, I miss him!�� BTW the Bubster never lived in a cage. He was always shown love from a bunch of very dangerous men whose hearts melted when they met him. To discipline him, you grabbed a handful of hair and flesh on his shoulder and simply said no. He never retaliated he just complied. When I said, he never lived in a cage, the decision about the zoo where he ended up was a research zoo that was very excited because of gene diversity. It also had the new concept of no animals in cages. People were the ones in cages or behind glass. It took a bit for him to get back to being a tiger, but after he figured out the male-female thing, nature took its course, and he was off to the races and made a ton of tiger babies who are in zoos around the world. God Bless, to my knowledge, was the only SF tiger in the history books. An interesting side note is that SF and MAC V were in many ways involved with the CIA. The coats and ties back in Langley, big spooks, couldn’t understand how our intel was so accurate. Picture an NVA prisoner strapped into a chair and questioned. Also, picture the prisoner telling us in multiple languages to go F ourselves. So a hood goes back on, and the prisoner was said to spill the beans, or we were going to feed the zip to our tiger. They all laughed their asses off and said we were crazy. Enter the Bubster and have his head about two feet from the prisoner, pull the hood off at the same time I would pinch the back of Bubbas neck. He roared in the dinks face with his extremely nasty tiger breath, and the prisoner pissed his pants or worse while he sang like the Mormon tabernacle choir. God, I miss that stuff. BTW our intel was so accurate the pencil necks were amazed and never found out why!