(Ed.'s Note: When we published our story on the local drug lore yesterday, we mentioned the Colombian drug running boat Superfly II that was snared by the local Coast Guard Cutter Durable. We met a couple of young guys at a local watering hole when one of them mentioned the story and recalled that one of his uncles had told him of some red-bud Colombian marijuana that made the rounds in Brownsville back in the late 1970s. He thought his uncle had made it up to impress him, but I told him that his uncle was right. By chance, I had been a reporter in the Brownsville Herald back then when the Coast Guard made the seizure. Here's the real story, bro!)
By Juan Montoya
Ask any longtime Brownsville resident who partook of the devil weed (in the past, of course) about the seizure of the Superfly II coastal freighter picked up in the Gulf of Mexico by the Durable, the Coast Guard cutter that was stationed in the Port of Brownsville in August 1978 and you will get a smile of recognition.
"That was all red bud, buddy," recalled one recently. "It smelled a little like diesel, but the quality made you forget about it. We had never seen shit like that around here."
I was a new reporter on the Brownsville Herald when we got a call from the Coast Guard station that the USCGS Durable was coming into port hauling in the Superfly II.
For those of us who still remember the 1970s movie, it was about a ghetto hero who turned the tables on the pusher man from outside the hood and took over the street drug business.
"I'm you mama, I'm you daddy, I'm the n----r in the caddy...," went the song by Curtis Mayfield.
When I and photographer (Ron Schade?) got to the docks, the sailors were unloading huge bales of the high-grade Colombian marijuana and doing field tests on its quality. One of them pulled apart a red bud and put it in the test tube. The reaction was immediate as the liquid turned color almost instantly.
"It's high-grade Red Bud Colombian." the sailor announced.
County dump trucks were used by the Coast Guard and sheriff's department to haul the 32 1/2 tons packed in bales to a large pit dug into a corner of the landfill at the port.
The cutter had seized the 111-foot coastal freighter Superfly II when the boarding party located the "high-grade Columbian" marijuana on board.
Her 16-man crew was taken into custody and a government crew was placed on board. The cutter then escorted her prize back to Brownsville, arriving there on the morning of August 19.
That was a feather in the hat of the Durable and her crew. But the best was yet to come in regards to the Superfly and her kick ass load. After the pot was dumped in a trench and doused with diesel, a huge black plume rose over the hole. The Herald – being an afternoon paper – carried the story to every corner of Brownsville by 1 p.m. A distant shot of the plume of smoke was on every front page.
Resident who saw the story merely had to look east to see the smoke emanating from the city dump.
Then came the storm. At perhaps 2:30 or 3 p.m., a heavy thunderstorm hit the area. By any measure, it was a good dousing. Every weed smoker in town thought the same thing: Not all of those 32 tons are going to burn.
Having written my story and turned in for the evening, I ran into my late brother Joe, then attending the local junior college.
"Thanks for the heads up, bro!" he said laughing, pointing at a copy of the paper.
I had no idea what he was talking about until I walked in to the trailer we shared on our parent's property.
The house stunk of weed and diesel.
"How did you...?" I started asking.
"They were taking weed out of the dump by the truckloads," he said. "I went with a few friends and there were guys actually riding shotgun – real shotguns – with the entire beds of pickup tucks filled to the top with bales. It's all over town."
As the year wore on, it soon became apparent that enterprising groups of several neighborhoods had struck gold, although not Acapulco, but Colombian. A couple of families (Los gorilas) near the port used the income from selling the weed to better their lot. They built their mother a new house. Others came all the way from Las Prietas and La Muralla to pick up bales and bales of the weed.
Small fortunes were made running the weed to Houston and points further north. At the time, getting it past the Sarita checkpoint was not as difficult as it is in these days of Homeland Security.
"Ah, yes," recalled my friend. "People who were around back then remember the good old Superfly II."
"That was all red bud, buddy," recalled one recently. "It smelled a little like diesel, but the quality made you forget about it. We had never seen shit like that around here."
I was a new reporter on the Brownsville Herald when we got a call from the Coast Guard station that the USCGS Durable was coming into port hauling in the Superfly II.
For those of us who still remember the 1970s movie, it was about a ghetto hero who turned the tables on the pusher man from outside the hood and took over the street drug business.
"I'm you mama, I'm you daddy, I'm the n----r in the caddy...," went the song by Curtis Mayfield.
When I and photographer (Ron Schade?) got to the docks, the sailors were unloading huge bales of the high-grade Colombian marijuana and doing field tests on its quality. One of them pulled apart a red bud and put it in the test tube. The reaction was immediate as the liquid turned color almost instantly.
"It's high-grade Red Bud Colombian." the sailor announced.
County dump trucks were used by the Coast Guard and sheriff's department to haul the 32 1/2 tons packed in bales to a large pit dug into a corner of the landfill at the port.
The cutter had seized the 111-foot coastal freighter Superfly II when the boarding party located the "high-grade Columbian" marijuana on board.
Her 16-man crew was taken into custody and a government crew was placed on board. The cutter then escorted her prize back to Brownsville, arriving there on the morning of August 19.
That was a feather in the hat of the Durable and her crew. But the best was yet to come in regards to the Superfly and her kick ass load. After the pot was dumped in a trench and doused with diesel, a huge black plume rose over the hole. The Herald – being an afternoon paper – carried the story to every corner of Brownsville by 1 p.m. A distant shot of the plume of smoke was on every front page.
Resident who saw the story merely had to look east to see the smoke emanating from the city dump.
Then came the storm. At perhaps 2:30 or 3 p.m., a heavy thunderstorm hit the area. By any measure, it was a good dousing. Every weed smoker in town thought the same thing: Not all of those 32 tons are going to burn.
Having written my story and turned in for the evening, I ran into my late brother Joe, then attending the local junior college.
"Thanks for the heads up, bro!" he said laughing, pointing at a copy of the paper.
I had no idea what he was talking about until I walked in to the trailer we shared on our parent's property.
The house stunk of weed and diesel.
"How did you...?" I started asking.
"They were taking weed out of the dump by the truckloads," he said. "I went with a few friends and there were guys actually riding shotgun – real shotguns – with the entire beds of pickup tucks filled to the top with bales. It's all over town."
As the year wore on, it soon became apparent that enterprising groups of several neighborhoods had struck gold, although not Acapulco, but Colombian. A couple of families (Los gorilas) near the port used the income from selling the weed to better their lot. They built their mother a new house. Others came all the way from Las Prietas and La Muralla to pick up bales and bales of the weed.
Small fortunes were made running the weed to Houston and points further north. At the time, getting it past the Sarita checkpoint was not as difficult as it is in these days of Homeland Security.
"Ah, yes," recalled my friend. "People who were around back then remember the good old Superfly II."
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War story.
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I still think TACO is in the dark about how tariffs work. Americans will be paying the tariffs.
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El mandatario estadunidense firmó la orden ejecutiva número 14194 con la que productos hasta una cantidad de 800 dólares que estaban exentos de impuesto bajo una ley que imperaba desde 1930, ahora quedan sujetos a un pago tributario.
Where are you getting your news? The fake media owned and controlled by democrats? Biden goes around smelling little girls hair. I guess that's cool since he is a democrat.
You kids. When you get old you admire young people. You want to talk to them, smell them, touch them. The young people get scared and then when they get old they understand. Old and old....good times. Old and young... you live life again.
Sure will. The same way Mexico paid for the wall
And Trump goes around grabbing women by the pussy. Trump himself has said this
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