This report is a bit more discouraging than the report of getting robbed to me. Back when I was visiting Negril, folks were getting robbed, but at least Bloody Bay was wild and unspoiled and not despoiled with sterile resorts.Originally Posted by Hussyband
The last time I was in Bloody Bay I was digging up buried treasure, just like the pirates used to do. I knew where to dig to find it, since I had buried it there. It was so many steps toward the road from a huge half-buried log that I used as a landmark. My "treasure" was contained in a green tin Milo can and its contents were worth at least a year's salary at hard labor.
A couple months earlier I found myself in a sticky situation with not much time and I had stashed the goods in the Milo can, got a ride from Red Ground to Bloody Bay from a hockey playing buddy of mine, who dropped me off and then returned to get me and take me to the airport. Those were the days.
I was wild, but my Hockey Player buddy was wilder. I am still kicking, enjoying being an old fart after all these years and he is long gone. His name was Steve Durbano and I met him when he played in Pittsburgh with the Penguins. The first night he played in Pittsburgh I happened to be at the game and I watched him and Battleship Kelly get into fights. That was his job. Later I ran into him and his wife at a Pittsburgh hot spot. His wife liked me, but I did not care for her but I sure like old Steve. He was a hell of a nice guy and a good friend.
He ran into a lot of trouble after we parted ways. I blame 99% of his problems on his wife, but he selected her and stayed with her, so I guess it comes back to him in the end. You can Google him to find out the strange things that happened to him and how he met his untimely end.
