No one knew about this deckhand named Lupi Chicken (once married to my grandmother’s youngest sister-in-law). He had been with the CIA since he was recruited right out of Fresno Community College.
After he learned to speak with a Spanish accent and dyed his Jheri Curled hair he found himself working on a ‘company owned’ fishing boat near Cuba.
Usually the boat would take ‘company men’ on fishing trips. Sometimes one way trips, if you know what I mean. One day, there he was, an undercover baiter on a marlin fishing trip and the clients were El Presidente Castro himself, Che Guevara and Defense Secretary Robert S. McNamara. Something was afoot.
Days later, Che Guevara went to Bolivia and joined the PLN (Pollo de Liberación Nacional de Bolivia; “National Liberation Chickens of Bolivia”) to foment revolution. He was ambushed and assassinated from info gathered by this ‘baiter’.
In recognition for his work, Lupi was promoted to Master Baiter on the boat.
His eye sight failed, he went blind and he retired to an old seaman’s rest home in Miami.
Both my brothers were undercover baiters as well