Geronimo is the fierce Apache chief, made famous by his raids against Mexico and battles with the United States Army. Geronimo and his warriors navigated the area of what is now the US state of Arizona and the Mexican states of Sonora and Chihuahua. His name has become a call of courage before a person does something particularly dangerous. Even everyone’s favorite Time Lord has dropped the name a few times. In his Autobiography, Geronimo recalls the booty in what he calls “successful raids.”
Geronimo once raided a pack train only to discover that it was completely loaded with cheese.
On our return while passing through a canon in the Santa Catilina range of mountains in Arizona, met a white man driving a mule pack train. When we first saw him he had already seen us, and was riding at full tilt up the canon. We examined his train and found that his mules were all loaded with cheese.
Later on, he recalls…
For a long time we had plenty of provisions, plenty of blankets, and plenty of clothing. We also had plenty of cheese and sugar.
Geronimo once pillaged Mezcal, which the editor of his autobiography describes as a “a fiery liquor produced in Mexico from several species of Agave.” In other words, it’ll knock you on your ass like Tequila.
There were three drivers with this train. One was killed and two escaped. The train was loaded with mescal, which was contained in bottles held in wicker baskets. As soon as we made camp the Indians began to get drunk and fight each other. I, too, drank enough mescal to feel the effect of it, but I was not drunk. I ordered the fighting stopped, but the order was disobeyed. Soon almost a general fight was in progress. I tried to place a guard out around our camp, but all were drunk and refused to serve. I expected an attack from Mexican troops at any moment, and really it was a serious matter for me, for being in command I would be held responsible for any ill luck attending the expedition. Finally the camp became comparatively still, for the Indians were too drunk to walk or even to fight. While they were in this stupor I poured out all the mescal, then I put out all the fires and moved the pack mules to a considerable distance from camp.
Cattle, rounded up on foot
Geronimo and his band of warriors once rounded up a herd of cattle completely on foot. It sounds like one of the most badass, yet comical, things to have ever happened.
The next day we captured come cattle from a herd and drove them home with us. But it was a very difficult matter to drive cattle when we were on foot. Caring for the wounded and keeping the cattle from escaping made our journey tedious. But
we were not trailed, and arrived safely at home with all the booty.
We then gave a feast and dance, and divided the spoils. After the dance we killed all the cattle and dried the meat. We dressed the hides and then the dried meat was packed in between these hides and stored away. All that winter we had plenty of meat. These were the first cattle we ever had. As usual we killed and ate some of the mules. We had little use for mules…