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.