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Desert Rats I have Known

by Jerry Dupree

I have lived in the desert for 45 years and in that time I have met some very interesting people. Most folks who come to the desert only see its splendor and majesty from the road. Most don’t see past a golf course. I moved here because my friends and I from high school would often drive out to the desert. We liked to explore, hunt, and shoot, and people thought us weird even then. Others were “into” surfing and other things. Each of us had a .22 rifle and some of our dads owned shotguns. We frequented various parts of the desert hunting rabbits, doves, quail, and an occasional duck. We were outdoorsmen, and we’re still avid about the desert, mountains, and wetlands. It has been said that the only constant is change. I thought of the desert as timeless and that my discovery would always be here as I remembered it. Much of where I used to roam freely is now developed in golf courses and condos, and it is in the city limits, or posted, gated, fenced, or we are legislated out. I hunted literally across the street from my house and saw every kind of living creature that lives in the desert.

There is a subspecies of the human race known as the “desert rat.” He’s not a true rodent, but no one knows much about them, where they’re from, what they live on, or what they do every day, He is not the same as what is now referred to as “homeless.” The desert is their home and they have adapted to it.

 Such a man was “Andy the Donkey Man.” Andy owned about a dozen burros and lived in a tiny trailer near Highway 111 in Palm Desert. He had no car, no family, or visible means of support. People who befriended him brought feed for his donkey. People would bring their kids to feed the donkeys by hand and make donations to Andy. He was small, didn’t talk much or move very fast, and wore a large cowboy hat. At night he would walk along the highway to a bar and have a beer, and then walk home to his trailer. I don’t know exactly how long Andy lived here but he was a fixture in Palm Desert and everyone knew him. He was what they have in many resort communities. Laguna Beach had “the Greeter” who waved at all the cars driving along the Pacific Coast Highway. Andy was losing his eye sight and it was learned that he had cataracts. Some people took up a collection for an operation to restore his vision. Before long they had enough money for the operation and had volunteers to care for his donkeys during his recovery. Andy lived there for a few more years and continued his nightly ritual. Sadly one night while he was walking home from his favorite beer joint, he was struck from behind by a car and was instantly killed. The driver wasn’t charged as it was very dark and Andy was on the highway. The donkeys were given up for care by the Humane Society.

Les Chadoin was a prospector, artifact collector, and gold miner who had a pickup and camper, and a lot of stories. He would invite me to go with him to show me springs, oasis, Indian petroglyphs, and all kinds of wonderful things he had discovered and that only he knew about. Les was a tall man with very large ears. When he found out I liked hiking and exploring he was ready to have me join him. I accompanied Les on a few day trips, but never very far out in the wilderness where he would have liked to show me more. I always had other things to do, my family needed me more, and I always thought there would be more opportunities. Les died of a heart attack and it is one of my deep regrets that I didn’t learn more from him.

Ross was a hermit who lived on top of a sand dune in a teeny little concrete building. He owned his sand dune and the ten acres around it. One of his very few friends owned the adjacent ten acres and they devised a plan to irrigate it and raise hay. Ross leveled, plowed planted, watered, and cut his hay and got a yield of eighty bales the first year. It was his last year and he didn’t bother with it the next year. He acquired the adjacent ten acres of sand and tumble weeds. Ross didn’t own anything because it would get stolen. He had a very old four wheel drive truck that he used to go to the beer joint every night so he could watch television. One of his quirks was that if you started him talking about any subject, he would give you the whole history from beginning to the end of whatever that subject was. Such was the story of his hay growing venture. Eventually, progress made its way to Ross’ front door and he was paid a visit from a man who wanted to buy his sand dune, tumble weeds and all. Ross was paid $50,000 per acre for his little piece of paradise and it is now a part of the El Dorado Polo Club.

There was another Les. He was Les Shockley. He lived out in the canyons and rocks and drove a Jeep. I used to see him and talk to him about the old days, when the Army moved in to the desert to train for desert warfare in North Africa during World War ll. He told me about General Patton’s headquarters at what is now Palm Desert. He knew everything about every part of the desert and all of its animal life. One thing curious about these old desert rats is that they are very friendly and willing to open up to anyone willing to listen. They don’t seem to be afraid of strangers. Years later Les learned he had cancer and he drove his Jeep off of Vista Point where the hang gliders launched from. A witness said he made several passes before he took his final run.

Harry Oliver was a weird old guy who lived in Thousand Palms. He built himself a fort from adobe and called it Fort Oliver. He published a newspaper and printed it on a cardboard much like a restaurant menu. He said it was the only newspaper in the world you could read in the wind. He died and was cremated and his ashes were placed in an ammo can and buried in his “fort.” The fort is no longer there, but there is a street named “Harry Oliver Road.”

There is so much charm in the desert and I have many fond memories of life as it was before it turned to so many cities. These are things you see and learn when you hunt and explore the canyons and rocks out here. I’m beginning to feel a kinship to those men and somehow envy their slow pace and worry free lives. Who knows...                                                                  ~ Jerry

In Memory of

  • Tom White 
  • Gene Olsen
  • Walt Wheelock
  • Tom Church
  • Bill Ott - passed July 10, 2004
  • Bill "Shortfuse" Mann -Passed August 2006
  • Dwight Stroud - passed January 19, 2007
  • Lorene Crawford - Passed August 2009
  • Alan Romspert - Passed August 19, 2009
  • Don Putnam - November 5, 1916 to August 14, 2012
  • Jim Proffitt - March 21, 1941 to September 1, 2012
  • Reda Anderson - passed October 25, 2012
  • Rick Cords - May 1944 to February 1, 2014
  • "Sir" Bob Rodemeyer - December 1950 to November 11, 2014
  • John Fulton - July 5, 1937 to February 15, 2015
  • Marilyn Martin - November 19, 1929 -  June 20, 2015
  • John Page - passed September 8, 2015
  • Gary Preston - passed February 24, 2016
  • Ted Kalil - recently passed
  • Jerry Etchison - passed in December 2016
  • Jerry Harada - passed on August 6, 2017

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