Beene pays the Navy $1.50 a head, then sells the goats for $8 to $15 each, either for breeding (the females) or for eating (the males) by devotees of various Chinatowns who consider the meat a delicacy. Does that sound like easy money? It isn't.
The goats of San Clemente are wily fellows all, and Tom Beene, a wrangler for 44 years, says, "They're much tougher than cattle. We've tried everything from horseback to hunting dogs to helicopters. We've had the best luck using a couple of guys on horseback and people on foot driving them into fenced-in traps. Once we get them near the fences, we have to be very careful; they like to turn and stampede over us. Once we had a herd of 200 almost edged into the trap, but they wheeled around, ran over us and escaped down a 20-foot cliff."
So far Beene has corralled and carried off about 6,500 goats and he would like to wrap up the roundup this summer. But those left are, of course, the oldest and wisest, and Beene has respect for them. He has also learned to rather relish their meat. "Just take a big drink or two and cook 'em any damn way you like," he says. "They're good to eat."
RING AROUND A WOMAN
Two boxers in a tournament at a South Sydney, Australia fight club were called to the center of the ring before their bout, a gentle hand was placed upon each and an earnest voice spoke. "This is my first job as a referee. I'm very nervous. Could you please help me and hit above the belt and have a clean fight?" Thus began the ring career of Mrs. Vikki Williams, who claims to be the first woman boxing referee.
Presumably she is qualified, having been a second to her husband, Robbie Williams, a featherweight. Vikki, a nurse, got a huge round of applause when she entered the ring last week and a nice one when she left. But she said she is not dealing in crusades. "I'm not in this for Women's Lib, I just want to take an interest in Robbie's career and in boxing in general."