Was stationed with MC Tribble in 74-78. He was one you would not forget. He attempted taking up Golf for short time. He sucked at it as most do when they start, so one day I was driving to my quarters on base and I hear him
bellowing out most of his favorite words as he threw club after club out in the yard in various degrees of being bent or broken. His bag went in the yard as well. I always wanted to ask him how his game was coming along, but knew better. He was a *******
CEC

Hey Chuck,
When I was stationed on Midway with MC Tribble, I like everyone else steered clear of him, knowing his temper at times, but a great guy. Couldn't begin to count the times he told me to get a haircut... sorry too short. We had a (cough) par three, nine hole course on the island, which was shaped between fuel tanks, water towers and thousands of Gooney Bird nest. I never did see the Master Chief out there swinging a golf club, but we would not have had many milk crates for him to stand on if he used regular sized clubs.

I remember MC Tribble from NAVFAC Centerville Beach. After getting off of work at 4pm, I was still in my work uniform, drove into Ferndale, parked and was walking down the street when MC Tribble spotted me from his bar stool inside the town's watering hole.
He put me in dress blues for a month.

We had the Sunday/Monday mid watch on Midway (1972), which meant swab and wax the display room floor before the day workers came in for the morning briefing. We did such a good job of waxing the floor, it looked like it had water standing on it. MC Tribble yelled at us to get a mop and clean up the water spill before the CO came in. After someone told him it wasn't water, there was no apology or good job... just carry on.