Guns of Gaviota

Ranch Resident Tells of Panga Boats Beaching and the Area’s Notorious History

Wednesday, May 15, 2013
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I woke up at four that July morning. Maybe it was the gnawing of the ubiquitous wood rats inside the bedroom walls or the staccato song of nearby coyotes. Or perhaps my internal alarm was still set to East Coast time, as I’d just returned from my Manhattan apartment to our family’s ranch near Refugio Beach.

My affinity for New York City is incomprehensible to many of my friends. “The Gaviota Coast is so beautiful … the ocean, mountains … peace and quiet. You’d trade the canyon your family’s lived in for 150 years for the concrete canyons of New York?” Their disdain is palpable. “Aren’t you afraid in New York? Isn’t there crime everywhere?”

One of our neighbors married a woman from New York City some years ago. Her Manhattan friends asked similar questions. “You’re not really leaving New York City for an old ranch somewhere near the middle of nowhere in California? Are you crazy?”

I liked her response: “Living on a ranch in California or an apartment in Manhattan are very similar experiences. In both places you have rats in the walls and hear mysterious sounds in the night. And both places have any number of things right outside your door that can kill you.”

That cool early morning last July was such a time. I heard fear in my sister-in-law Lynda’s voice: “Eric, wake up. I can’t figure out how to load the shotgun; come to the kitchen and show me.”

“Do we need to do that just this minute? It’s only four o’clock.” I was groggy. It was completely dark outside my cabin’s window, as the moon had already dissolved west into Refugio Canyon.

“Yes,” she said. “Your cousin Mark just called to say a panga boat landed on the beach below his place. Mexican smugglers were off-loading tons of marijuana. There are all kinds of police down on the beach; they captured a dozen guys so far, but some got away. They found soggy clothes and muddy footprints down by the creek.”

Everyone living along the Gaviota Coast has been on high alert for some time now. Over 30 pangas — the low, open Baja fishing boats used to smuggle drugs and people into California — have been found in Santa Barbara County during the last two years.

When I got to the kitchen, Lynda already had the .410 shells on the kitchen table. We like the old single-shot .410 because it’s good for rattlesnakes in the yard at close range — simple to use, and difficult to miss. We try not to shoot snakes inside the house, however. My mother once found a rattlesnake coiled in a corner of her kitchen. “I wasn’t scared,” she told us later. “I knew I shouldn’t shoot it there, so I called one of the men who came and killed it with a hoe.”

I told Lynda I thought we’d better step outside to practice. Although the one naked bulb on the porch offered little light for such an important first lesson, we couldn’t wait. Taking the gun and the shells off the table, I thought: “I don’t have a gun in my kitchen in New York City.”

Drug Running, Murders, and Arson

Our section of the Gaviota Coast has a long history of crime. Our grandmother who lived on the Refugio Beach bluff told us how, during Prohibition in the 1920s, that same beach between Refugio and El Capitan from which the marijuana smugglers had just fled was used by rumrunners, who also found the deserted beaches so close to the highway convenient. “We could see their little lights in the waves at night,” she recalled.

Helicopters hovered over the same beach in 1989 when a Caltrans engineer was murdered there.

In 2006, I was stuck for several hours at a police roadblock when a carjacker was shot and killed at the El Capitan exit 100 yards in front of me.

Arson on our coastal terrace dates back even earlier. Journals from the 1770s tell of feuding Chumash people from Dos Pueblos burning a Chumash village near Tajiguas. That canyon is called “La Quemada” (the “burned place”) to this day.

In 1818, Argentine corsair Hippolyte de Bouchard burned the sprawling Ortega ranch complex at Refugio, stealing food and killing the cattle and horses just before Christmas. The Ortegas were legendary smugglers themselves, known widely for trading goods into Spanish California at Refugio Beach in violation of Spanish law.

We had a similar experience 150 years later, about a mile downstream from the Ortegas’, when Caltrans burned down our grandparents’ home so the state could build a larger toll entrance to Refugio State Beach. As we watched the flames, it looked to us a lot like arson, even if sanctioned by the state.

Our neighbor Vicente Ortega lived his life between Refugio and Gaviota. He told me that Guillermo Canyon, next to his adobe in the Arroyo Hondo, was named after a man who was hanged there in the 19th century. Guillermo’s name is memorialized, but not his crime.

In the 1860s my great-grandmother Josefa Orella was kidnapped as a child from her parents’ adobe in Cañada del Corral, just yards from last July’s panga-boat beach. The bandits exchanged her for fresh horses when her father and the other vaqueros returned home in the evening.

But the criminal history of our coastal terrace wasn’t first in our minds that July morning. By 4:30 a.m., our ranch manager Johnny arrived to check on us, our dogs, and our state of arms. He explained that his wife was “sitting in the kitchen with her loaded .45 pistol on the table” at their home down the canyon, closer to the beach. We all sensed danger and felt adrenaline’s effect on our pulses as we wondered where the runaway panga-boat fugitives were hiding in the predawn dark.

We only began to relax when the first morning light illuminated the chaparral blanket on the Santa Ynez foothills north of our house. We learned later that the fugitives had fled west and were apprehended near Refugio Beach — confirming its notoriety in the history of California smuggling.

I’d only been home from New York for one day, and I knew my friend was right — living on a Gaviota ranch is just like living in lower Manhattan. Both are dramatic and there are any number of things right outside your door that can kill you.

Before heading to breakfast right after dawn, Johnny asked a question reflecting his uneasiness in observing the early morning shotgun lesson.

“Could you folks actually shoot somebody if you really had to?”

Lynda and I responded immediately, in surprised unison: “Absolutely.”


Independent Discussion Guidelines

All this crazy paranoia makes you think gun control ain't such a bad idea....

BBOY (anonymous profile)
May 15, 2013 at 11:55 a.m. (Suggest removal)

In my film "Land of Milk and Honey" the great animator Chick Jones discusses his father running bootlegged rum in Montecito during the Depression. It kept the family fed while they were kids.
Now we have more sophisticated and potentially better armed smugglers trying to evade another prohibition. At who's been fit? The only people benefitting from this Prohibition are the prison-legal industrial complex. yet right now as I write this some narrowmind is exploding because Nixon told them pot was bad.
With this regular pattern of panga incidents, it's only a matter of time before some innocent is hurt or killed. Unless we also want our oceans a military zone it's time we rethink our strategies and priorities.

Ken_Volok (anonymous profile)
May 15, 2013 at 12:47 p.m. (Suggest removal)

Paranoia will destroy ya.

EastBeach (anonymous profile)
May 15, 2013 at 8:01 p.m. (Suggest removal)

Kinda of creepy that I distinctly remember sitting in my car in the Gaviota Beach parking lot one night when that song came on the radio.

Now time for The Twilight Zone theme.

billclausen (anonymous profile)
May 16, 2013 at 1:13 a.m. (Suggest removal)

For years I thought those were the lyrics to that Kinks song too. But I think it's really "paranoia they will destroy ya".

Sorta like John Lenon's song, "Give peas a chance".

EastBeach (anonymous profile)
May 16, 2013 at 10:12 a.m. (Suggest removal)

It's a funny thing how some folks in rural areas shoot snakes and simultaneously complain about rats.

Riceman (anonymous profile)
May 16, 2013 at 11:17 a.m. (Suggest removal)

I did not read him complaining about rats? only that they are "ubiquitous" in the walls

Shooting venomous/dangerous animals is a good way to make sure your kids and domestic animals are not bitten/killed in rural areas...

Stick in town squeamish ones

dadof3 (anonymous profile)
May 17, 2013 at 11:03 a.m. (Suggest removal)

Killing snakes with a shotgun seems like overkill and a bit messy.

I've seen park rangers use very long "snake tongs" (for lack of a better name) to pick up coiled rattlers and dump them into an empty garbage can. Rattlers striking distance/range isn't that far - up to half it's length. That'd be about a 3 ft range.

EastBeach (anonymous profile)
May 17, 2013 at 11:29 a.m. (Suggest removal)

I thought it went "Paranoia strikes deep...into your heart it will creep...old folks carryin' signs...sayin' go away, it ain't your time...think I gotta STOP now, hey what'd you say...?" but I may be a bit confused. My band Galaxy 9 has a song like this....
I never use a gun in the backcountry (which is unlike NYC as well as Gaviota canyon), and have never needed one, though I have poured boiling water on a pygmy rattler coiled around some gear & would not be induced to depart...

DrDan (anonymous profile)
May 17, 2013 at 5:54 p.m. (Suggest removal)

Actually,.."Paranoia strikes deep, into your life it will creep - It starts when you're always afraid, step out of line, the Man comes and takes you away .. Now it's time to stop, hey, whats that sound, everybody look whats goin' down...."

Wordman (anonymous profile)
May 22, 2013 at 2:03 p.m. (Suggest removal)

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