Power & Motor Yacht

My Old Man & The Sea

JOHN WAYNE SOUGHT SOLACE AND THE SIMPLE LIFE ABOARD WILD GOOSE, HIS REFITTED U.S. NAVY MINESWEEPE­R.

- John Wayne spent every available moment on board Wild Goose, which he bought to entertain friends and family and escape public life.

Growing up with John Wayne aboard a 136-foot refitted minesweepe­r imparted invaluable life lessons to his son.

IIn the early ’60s, John Wayne bought a 9,000-square-foot waterfront home in Newport Beach, California along with what would become a powerful force in his life: a 136-foot former U.S. Navy minesweepe­r, which he refitted and renamed Wild Goose. By then, Wayne was already an establishe­d Hollywood icon. But beneath the high-profile, leading man exterior, Wayne was a devoted family man who longed for a simpler life at sea. His third wife, Peruvian actress Pilar Pallete, gave birth to three children: Marisa, Aissa and Ethan—the latter named after his father’s character in the movie The Searchers.

While Wayne kept steadily working on movies through his late 60s, Ethan and his sisters grew up aboard Wild Goose. Along the way, Wayne would survive a 1964 bout with lung cancer that cost him part of his lung and several ribs. His health slowly failing, Wayne doubled down, spending every available moment aboard the yacht with family and friends. He would describe this time as the happiest point of his life. For Ethan Wayne, now the president of John Wayne Enterprise­s and director of the John Wayne Cancer Foundation, fond memories of the boat and its numerous voyages, parties and the important snapshots from the Duke’s life still linger.

PMY: What was your first boating experience with your dad?

ETHAN WAYNE: It’s hard for me to say because it was just always there. Right about the time I was born he bought the house down in Newport Beach and the minesweepe­r, and I was on it from the get-go. As a child, when I was not even a year old, we were over in the Azores on Wild Goose. So, it wasn’t like “Oh, we go boating in July.”

PMY: How much of your childhood was spent on WildGoose?

EW: I would say at least 30 percent of my life was [spent] on the boat, if not more. Because when we went on the boat, we went for a while.

PMY: Why did you get to accompany your dad on all his trips?

EW: While putting together an unfinished biography, [journalist Wayne Warga] asked [my father], “Why do you take Ethan out of school? Why does he get to go to all these places?” And he said, “Because I’ll lose him later as a teenager and I won’t be there by the time he comes back.” So, I went on location [with him] and I went on the boat. His life was making films, and when he wasn’t making films he was trying to get to the boat. And if we had to stop at the house to take care of administra­tive issues, we did. But most of the time we were on Wild Goose. In the summer it was up north in British Columbia and southern Alaska and in the wintertime it was the Sea of Cortez or mainland Mexico.

PMY: What was life like aboard WildGoose?

EW: It was really comfortabl­e, and it was really nice, but it wasn’t … fancy. Like if you look at John Wayne, he had a clear style that wasn’t overly embellishe­d. If you look at his outfit on screen, he looked good: the shirt and scarf, a nice velvet vest, cotton pants and really nice boots. He was specific. That was what he wanted to look like, and the boat was similar. It was very seaworthy, and very well kept. But it didn’t have teak and holly decks; I don’t know what they were made of, but they were basically painted decks. The surface that you walked on was

painted wood, some kind of non-skid material. It wasn’t teak.

PMY: It sounds like it was a boat that was made to function well and not be particular­ly showy, even though it was pretty impressive at the time.

EW: Right. At the time, there weren’t a lot of boats that were 136 feet cruising around.

PMY: What are some of your fondest memories aboard?

EW: At sunset we would take the American flag down and we’d fold it and fire off a canon. Every day. So there’s videos of him showing the crew how to fold the flag, along with the 2- or 3-foot canon we’d stuff with gunpowder and wet leaves and paper. He’d fire off the canon, and then, you know, it was time to have a drink.

Another thing we would do in the Pacific Northwest—and this was in the ’60s, mind you—we would go to a glacier. And the icebergs that had fallen off the glacier, we would get on top of them with fire axes from Wild Goose, and we’d hack off chunks and chunks of glacial ice that they’d then put in the freezers in the aft deck; there were probably like 12 feet of freezer on each side of the boat, big stainless steel ones. And we’d store that ice for their cocktails because it didn’t melt very fast and it didn’t water down whatever spirit they were drinking.

Along with Wild Goose, a small 16-foot Boston Whaler that they used as a dinghy—and a modest crew—would often accompany the family on local cruises to Santa Catalina Island or remote destinatio­ns.

PMY: We’ve read life aboard was no luxury liner. You had to earn your keep?

EW: It wasn’t like a scuba diving trip where someone hands you your equipment and connects your regulator to the tank. We did everything. It was different back then. When I was a kid, we took care of all the equipment. We drove the dinghies. We mopped the deck. We wiped down the rails with the crew. It was just like if you grow up on a ranch, you take care of the animals. There’s just certain things you do. And it’s not a vacation, it’s not like “Oh, we’re going yachting.” We lived on a boat for as long as we could whenever he had time. And the boat did have a crew, but we were very involved with it.

If the dinghy ever came loose, you had to go get it. I could tie a bowline before I could tie my shoes. I can remember people not tying up the dinghies and having to swim to go get them. And they weren’t big dinghies, but they weren’t small either: One was [the] Whaler and the other was a 17-foot British dory type boat. But man, I put a thousand hours on those things. Every chance I could get the keys, I would disappear with those.

PMY: What were your responsibi­lities on board?

EW: It’s funny, it doesn’t seem like we give young people the same latitude that I had when I was growing up. I could go get fuel for the boat and put it in and mix it. I could take my little sister, [Marisa] who was four years younger than me, when I was 10 and take the Whaler out. We’re in places where there’s nobody around, and maybe the only little fishing village is a few miles away. We’d go up rivers that had breaking surf at the mouth, and when I think back to it now, I’m like, “Jesus Christ, I can’t imagine letting my nephew loose!” [laughs]. But when you grow up in it, you kind of accept the responsibi­lity, and you have to be able to think on your own. You have to be responsibl­e for the equipment. I shouldn’t say that, obviously I broke stuff when I was a kid. But you had to have a modicum of neurons working to get back and to keep everybody safe.

I can remember him telling my little sister “Marisa, clean out your room.” Then he goes out and comes back, and it’s still not made up. He goes, “Marisa, I asked you to clean out your room. I’m not going to ask you again. Clean out your room.” “Okay, Dad.” She’s playing with her toys, he’s playing cards. He gets up again and goes to her room and all of a sudden you see her clothes flying over the side—just right out the door into the water. She goes “Hey! Wait a minute, what are you doing!” And he goes “I told you three times to clean out your room and you didn’t do it, so now you’re going to live without this stuff.”

PMY: I think that is the way we hoped John Wayne would run a boat.

EW: That was sort of the way he did things. He wasn’t overtly mean, but there would be a point where [he would expect you to] just get your shit done. He’s the one that has to buy the clothes, so he’s basically throwing his own clothes overboard. But he’s sending a message to the kid that she’ll remember.

PMY: What are some of your most vivid memories aboard WildGoose?

EW: Just the fear that if I did something that affected my little sister in any adverse way, there would be hell to pay. He’d say, “Run her into the place” and the place is up the river with breaking waves at the entrance. I’m 10 in a 16-foot Boston Whaler with a 115-hp motor on the back. And you have to judge the waves, and ride the back of a wave in, then you’ve got to get out. One day, [we explored a big inlet] and it was pretty scary getting out of there. I remember thinking, “I don’t care about the boat, I don’t care about anything, I just don’t want to get back there and tell my dad we got turned over in the surf.”

And you know what’s funny? He never really got physical. His look or his tone did it all. When I think back on it I’m like, “He must have kicked my ass...” but he didn’t really kick my ass. He just was very good at getting his point across.

PMY: Did that firsthand experience help influence how you operate the family business today?

EW: For me, if you’re not doing something, you’re not doing something. So, if you’re sitting there relaxing, you’ve got to realize: You’re not doing something you could be doing. We would wake up, wipe down the rails, mop the decks, get something to eat and then do the same thing with the dinghy. I’m sure the crew would’ve done all that. But when we got there, we had to do some of it, too. I’m sort of thankful for that. I have my routine now when I go on my boat: I make the crossing, I drop anchor, drop the dinghy in, get the hose out, rinse off the boats, squeegee the windows, make sure all the dirt is gone from the mainland—you just get in a routine. That’s how life goes, right? You make a mess, clean it up.

As the story goes, John Wayne purchased Wild Goose from his friend, Seattle lumber tycoon Max Wyman, for $110,000. (Prior to selling it, Wyman had owned the vessel for seven years.) The two could typically be found cruising together, often in the Pacific Northwest, with Wyman aboard his 90-foot yacht Lord Nelson III.

EW: Max Wyman was a character. The shower on his boat had a sticker that said “Save water, shower with a friend.” I read that, and it was the first time it clicked in my brain. And I just looked up to him like he was a god.

PMY: What is your most shocking memory of Max Wyman and your father?

EW: The boats would always cruise together and we’d go from place to place. And Max had a terrific girl that worked on his boat. I can’t remember her name. She was French. I had pancakes over there one day. My dad had a cook on his boat, he was terrific. He made the best meals, the best food, for my father and his friends and my family for years. Terrific guy. But I remembered those pancakes. They were different, and I said, “I wouldn’t mind having some of those pancakes.” And my dad said, “Oh, you want those pancakes?” He radioed Max and told him to get over close to Wild Goose. I didn’t really know what was going on.

All of a sudden [my dad] grabs me by the scruff of my neck and around my belt and he just throws me over the side [to the other boat], which is a few feet lower. I’m sure they were going very slow. My memory as a child was “Holy shit!” Everybody on that other boat was scrambling to catch me as I came flying over. And I had pancakes over there and at some point in the day we stopped and I got back on Wild Goose.

PMY: Was John Wayne a hands-on owner/operator?

EW: He had the option to be as involved in the operations of the boat as much he wanted to—or he could just sit back and relax. I can remember a time where a log raft broke up, so there were a bunch of big pieces of timber in the water in the Pacific Northwest, and the captain [Bert Minshall] said something like, “Hey Duke, I’m not comfortabl­e going out there. I think we should just go in another direction or let some time pass.” And my dad said, “Don’t worry, I understand your issues. I’m going to take us through.”

He’d be up there in front of the giant metal wheel with a brass outer ring, and he’d sit there and drive the boat, spin the wheel right and left, and find his way through those big timbers and get to his destinatio­n. And in that boat, you didn’t have direct control of the motors. You’d signal the engine room and they’d switch gears, or add power or take off power and signal back. It was a little bit different when you’re trying to maneuver. You’re just moving these levers and ringing bells, and guys down in the engine room are waiting to see what the lever does.

PMY: Overall it sounds like pretty cathartic times for your dad. Was it always good times, or did things ever get hectic aboard WildGoose?

EW: He’d get frustrated when people didn’t know how to tie up the dinghy right. We always anchored, so you had all of the anchoring issues. You had tenders hanging off the sides of the boat. Guys anchoring in the wrong place, dragging an anchor over yours. Yelling and screaming over this or that. And I think when you’re John Wayne you have a larger spotlight shining on you all the time. If something were to go wrong, people want to yell and point.

PMY: Can you elaborate on any of the challenges he faced because of his star power?

EW: I think that’s probably why we went to remote areas like Ketchikan, Big Bay and Desolation Sound [in Alaska]. Those places had a boating community, but it’s not like today, where there’s so many charter boats and so many other boats there. If you wanted a 50- or 60-foot boat back then, there weren’t that many you could just go buy. Today, you can just buy a 50-foot boat—they’re a dime a dozen, so there’s people everywhere. Back then it was quieter. And it was the beginning of a lot of these places. It was just terrific. He got to relax and be around a smaller crowd. [ Wild Goose] gave him a respite from “Geez, Mr. Wayne, I hate to bother you but can I get a picture with you?” or “Will you sign this for my kid?” or “You’re my husband’s favorite person” or “My son looks up to you.” Up there he could relax, explore, pick berries and go swimming. It was great for him.

John Wayne took his final cruise on board Wild Goose in April, 1979, just weeks before his death. According to the boat’s captain, Bert Minshall, Wayne was particular­ly weak during the trip, but still managed to play backgammon, gin rummy and reminisce with his old friend. Before his death, on June 11, while putting his affairs in order, he sold the boat, something he repeatedly vowed that he would never do when he was healthy.

EW: [That year] was a very strange time for me. I was 17 years old, and I wasn’t a great student. He wasn’t doing well physically. My parents had already split up and there were financial issues, so my school work faded. I drove him to the hospital one night, up to the [Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center]. He went in and he never came out.

PMY: After he passed, how soon did you go boating again?

EW: I didn’t go boating for a while. But I think in ’87 I bought a small Tiara and started going back to the places that we went, like Catalina Island, to White’s Cove. We’d go over there and we’d hike and swim, basically the same thing he would do. And if I go over there today, I bump into generation­s of people who were there when I was a kid that are sharing it with their kids and their grandkids.

PMY: Do you own a boat now or are you traveling to those islands another way?

EW: I have the last boat Ed Monk Sr. designed— he died during its constructi­on. It’s a 56-foot steel trawler. The hull was built by a place called Marine Iron up in the Pacific Northwest by a company called Nordlund, which still builds boats today. It belongs to a neighbor of my father’s, a guy named Jay Hilgren, who was always down in Mexico or up in the Pacific Northwest like my father was. It’s just a smaller boat, classic looking.

PMY: Do you feel like taking your nieces and nephews and continuing to boat in the places—like Catalina Island—you went growing up is a way to stay connected to your father?

EW: It is. You get back there in White’s Cove, and the sun starts setting and the wind settles down, and everything glasses off, and you’re floating and there’s a little motion and there’s birds around—it just takes me back to very happy times in my childhood. It was a place where my dad was just relaxed. He could just enjoy himself, especially if he had someone with him on the boat who he enjoyed; they’d play cards, they’d swim, have a drink at night, get some exercise in the morning. It’s just a great life.

PMY: What was the most important lesson he taught you out on the water?

EW: I don’t know if it was a lesson but just learning by example. I always wanted to please him, and I was certainly handy with the little boats, like docking the Whaler when there’s not much room. Sometimes he’d yell, “Let Ethan do it!” if it was taking someone else too long. Because, you know, I lived it. I loved when I was able to do something that pleased him. When I drove that little boat, and I could see the little gleam in his eyes that said the kid did it—that was it. He liked that stuff. And I liked it because he liked it.

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Despite a rough-and-tumble exterior portrayed on screen, John Wayne was a devoted family man who always wanted to be around his kids.
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