When he was in the army, Grandfather was detailed to the island of Mindanao, serving as cadre for a Filipino surveying company contracted by the US Government to survey and map the Philippines. The Southern part of Mindanao was Moro (Muslim) country.
Grandfather let it be known that he wanted to go crocodile hunting and pretty soon a Moro appeared, offering to take him on a hunt.
We went first to a Moro village, where Grandfather drank a mandatory potion before departing on the hunt. After that, we boarded a dugout canoe, donned carbide headlamps (to see the crocodile’s eyed in the dark) and set out. Grandfather saw one crocodile, but he slid beneath the water before Grandfather could throw his tethered lance.
Before long, Grandfather got violent spells of diarrhea and spewed over the gunnel until we got back to the village, where the ladies undressed him and cleaned him up. This was in the early 1950s and was then (maybe still is) a remote part of the world. Grandfather suspects the Moro ladies had not seen a white man undressed and further suspected that the potion was used to obtain that view.
But they needn’t have to put us to all that trouble. To see Grandfather’s weenie, all they had to do was ask.
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Original oil painting by: Grandfather’s wife