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in 1968.
We lived with and flew in support of these Green Berets out of Forward
Operating Base (FOB)-2 in Kontum Vietnam 1967-1968.
Warren Castaneira
February 25 at 3:09 PM
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Here is a re-post on Bubba. 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 larger 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, Special Forces, Seals etc.
Here is where we got creative. We had access to things normal 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 very
good 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 lots a 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 special noises my head and heart goes 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.