Mapleman
ArboristSite Operative
About ten years ago while I was visiting my folks in San Diego, I started working up in North County. I was the only anglo climber, and I think there were just two other anglos among the 12 or 15 workers there. A young kid named Christian was the lead climber. He'd only been climbing for a few years, but he had the instincts of a veteran.
At that time, all of los muchachos were illegal to one extent or another. My boss, an ex-Marine, said he'd hire more anglos if they would just show up for work on time and lay off the drugs. When we would hire a new ground guy from south of the border, we would have to tell him to stop for lunch. These guys worked their butts off.
Most of los muchachos were cowboys from the Vera Cruz area and related in some way or another. They had pooled their money and bought a ranch there, and were in the process of stocking it with cows--the real American Dream. They were also buying houses in the San Marcos area of San Diego. They would all move in together and pool their money to buy the house for the guy who'd been there the longest. Then it was the next guy's turn. Seemed like a pretty good arrangement to me.
I've worked on a lot of crews over the years, but the only guys I ever worked with who could work as hard--day in and day out--as los muchachos were the Samoans and Filippinos in Hawaii.
At that time, all of los muchachos were illegal to one extent or another. My boss, an ex-Marine, said he'd hire more anglos if they would just show up for work on time and lay off the drugs. When we would hire a new ground guy from south of the border, we would have to tell him to stop for lunch. These guys worked their butts off.
Most of los muchachos were cowboys from the Vera Cruz area and related in some way or another. They had pooled their money and bought a ranch there, and were in the process of stocking it with cows--the real American Dream. They were also buying houses in the San Marcos area of San Diego. They would all move in together and pool their money to buy the house for the guy who'd been there the longest. Then it was the next guy's turn. Seemed like a pretty good arrangement to me.
I've worked on a lot of crews over the years, but the only guys I ever worked with who could work as hard--day in and day out--as los muchachos were the Samoans and Filippinos in Hawaii.