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MALONEY PONTIAC JONES BOYS MARINE in KASLO “The Fisherman's Headquarters” Let Dad “bask in the realms” of $50,000 worth of Fishing Equipment on Father's Day Rods, Reels, Tackle, lures, Nets, Depth Sounders, Compasses, etc., etc., etc. Boat & Tackle Rentals Kay Motors Ltd. 2880 Highway Drive, Glenmerry 368-3301 1976 CHEV 34 TONP.U. VANGUARD 8’ CAMPERETTE Complete slide inunits REG. $1,195 rectned $5 3 5 0 with floor & dome $ }-spd., lamp, ind only 30,000 miles ... f benches .- SPECIAL 8 9 5 EA. © 100% Bank Fi ‘ing in Deal Cril Payne F it . cons Cringe ote lished by N : 8. buted by the Los Angeles Times Syndicate.) “Let's get out of here for a while, Bill,” Karen suggested, “I've got plenty of friends in se Vancouver we stay with, and you'll be safe there. | need to get away from Seat- tle, and this. is a. damn good time. The pigs are gonna be coming around soon.” As one might ex- pect, | was most receptive to Karen's suggestion.. She con- stantly referred to her fugitive friends in Canada, although she never mentioned spe- cific names. She did reveal that one of her friends had traveled to Cuba with the:Ven-- ceremos’ Brigade, which immediately got my attention. But | couldn't discount the fact that Karen just wanted to get away and try to clear out her head. While the FBI had sent informants into Canada on assignments, they had never sent agents. At this time, the implications of working un- dercover in a foreign country were not at all apparent to me. Perhaps | was too Dr peers Destination: the Slocan MUG SHOTS backdeted to 1970 as part of a complicated scenario in- volving Cril Payne's supposed association with the Weathermen were being shown by FBI agents in Seattle with the notation that he was "wan- caught up in the exci it of the assignment. | would be the first deep cover agent to enter Canada, and with any luck at all, I'd find the weathermen. It seemed inconsequen- tial that | looked like a long- haired freak, drove a van loaded with assorted drugs and weapons, and would have a passenger who was spaced out and suicidal. It was with a great sense of personal relief that Karen and 1 pulled out of Seattle on a Wed- nesday morning in late March, For the first time in several days, Karen was in good spirits. Just getting out on the open highway seemed to give both of us an im- mediate lift. My FBI supervisor, Stu, felt it _ ted” for political crimes as well as for assaulting a peace officer in the ~ Republi National C in Miami. He now had a “legitimate” explanation for being a “fugitive” in Canada. was an ideal time for me to travel with Karen to a remote mountain area called the Slocan Valley. The Bureau had received numerous reports that Weatherman fugitives were living in the area engine cover. | had agreed to join her in the last pipeful, and she was skilfully . slicing more hash off the large chunk as we were passing through Slocan Park. Suddenly | noticed a Royal Canadian Mounted Police squad car parked off to the left in front of a small store. Within with the support and of Canadian activists. Stu was also of the opinion that a trip to Slocan Valley might produce fur- ther information from Karen about her fugitive friends, especially since |. was on the run myself. rm Biographical notes Cril Payne was raised in Denton, Texas, and attended the Den- Is. He Ived a bachelor of bus! Anct ton public Austin in 1968. degree from Texas Tech University in 1965, and a doctor of jurisprudence degree from the University of Texas Law School in After admission to the Texas state bar, he [oined the FBI as a after | relayed this observation to Karen, we heard the wail of a siren and noticed the reflection of flashing red lights in the outside mirror. We both went into a state of panic. Since | wasn't speeding, | knew this couldn't be a routine traffic stop. The van was littered with empty beer bot- tles, roaches, and tiny slivers of artfully carved hashish, Karen was hysterically spaced, | was half-loaded, and the in- terior was permeated with the odor of illegal smoking material, It this wasn't “probable cause,” the Canadian legal system was in big trouble. And at the . Moment, so were wa, . The case had begun so suddenly that we had no time to hide things. Since the guy had apparently followed us without his lights on, | didn’t even know be was behind us until we heard the siren, Karen was frantically kicking beer bottles under the seat and grabbing for her drugs as | pulled off the narrow two- lane road. The van had scarcely railed to a stop before | jumped out and walked back to the patrol car. The police officer was just stopping when | arrived at his lor. If there was ever a time in my life when | was friendly, courteous, respect- ful, and downright humble, that was it. We chatted amiably for at least five DR ee A EET ca OT ON ot Deal ene In the early agent named Cril CASTLEGAR NEWS, June 8, 1980 Valley 1970s a young FBI Payne veluntarily becomes an undercover agent, taking the ‘name Bill Lane and posing as a drug dealer and political fugitive in order to infiltrate the radical Weatherman organization. In this second of a series, he and his ‘‘girl friend’ Karen travel British Columbia's Highway 6 into the Slocan Valley. : destinatijon, and where we would be Staying. After requesting a@ radio check of my driver's license through the FBI's National Crime Information Center (NCIC), he ambled over to the van and . glanced in at Karen. She flashed a big smile and greeted him warmly. It never ceased to amaze me how the lady could be floating in outer space one minute, then suddenly return to ear- th os tho: hed never tsi it. Even so, it was a good thing the office cduldn't see her eyes. Before he had a chance to start a conversation, the radio in his squad car quawked abruptly, and he dto answer the call. The NCIC Inquiry was negative, as i knew It would be, and he We pa Y, and by the time I returned to the van, Karen had already started reloading the hash pipe. i Land in Slocan Valley was cheap, isolated, and incredibly beautiful. Wit! an abundance of timber, water, and fer- tile soil, self-suff y was ibt The 9 fe of dissid A supply of ided a smell?” | asked incredulously. “It ain't too bad in the winter,” he replied. “Gets a little rank in the sum- mer though. When it's frozen, you can't smell it. But like 1 don’t pay no rent, man, and when it's warm, | sleep out- side.” The Chicken Mon then procesded_ with a lengthy discourse on mind control and cosmic consciousness. But since the . chicken house was no more than a win- dbreak ai bei, i was curious about how he survived the bitter winters. 5 “You've got to ‘program your con- scious being to: think warm,” he an- swered earnestly. “Inthe higher states of consciousness, your mental aware- ness can block out any physical reac- tions to the cold. If your mind thinks you're warm, then your body'll be warm.” __ was going to ask whether this con- 9 lo prog! is nose to disregard the pungent odor of chicken shit in warm weather, but decided against it. Karen offered to share some hash with our host, but he refused. Though once a serious abuser, he claimed Re drugs, and the absence of any meaning- ful law enfor made dealing hassle-free. it wasn't difficult to under- stand the reason for the area’s popularity. After a long winter of snow, many of the resident freaks were starting to get out and visit one another. | picked up every hitchhiker and had many ‘fascinating conversations. We were in- - vited to visit one commune where we led h wine ond ked had given up all drugs because they in- rfered with his level. We thanked him for his hospitality and headed back to the van. : “Come back anytime,” he yelled. “t don't get to talk to’ many people up ere, 4 \t wasn't difficult to understand why. A few weeks later | sent Karen back the most recent crop of homegrown grass. Since it was early spring, the main activities in the valley were gar- dening and socializing. But just about everyone we met spoke of the annual , spring festival to be held in late May as - — tl social event of the year for valley residents. Driving north from the parks at . 5, ded-a y one ig. we sharp curve and were startled to see a wild-looking freak trudging out of the forest. He was'a gaunt figure with a scraggly black beard and a mass of hair that jutted out from his head in cork- screw ringlets. When he casually stuck out his thumb for a lift, I couldn't resist. This was my introduction to ‘Th As | sipped the steaming mint tea from a tin cup, there was something about - the-layout.of the house that reminded me of my gran- . dparents’ farm in central Texas. When 1! peered through. a section of broken flooring and saw a foun- dation of gray-white dung, it all came back; this was a . chicken coop. e Chicken Man.” The very he climbed into the van, | was certain he was a genuine space case. From the far- away look in his eyes, t figures he had done one microgram too many, and was “now ina permanent short circuit. The Chicken Man lived a few miles up the road near the tiny hamlet of Hills. When he cheerfully invited us in for a to Seattle. At a debriefing session with the FBI's contact in the RCMP, a fellow named Jack, | was told that Chicken Man was believed to have been a former resident of the mysterious "Weatherman Haven North.” And what was important, he was thought to have witnessed a murder that had occurred near the visit, | turned off the high and foll d his directi hrough a fenced pasture toward a surprisingly well-built residence. As we necred the house, the Chicken Man guided me post the struc- ture to a rickety, two-room shack some 30 yrs away. A piece of rusted tin rooting served as the door, and the en- tire place was no bigger than a walk-in closet. Furnishings consisted of a broken chair, small table, and a pallet. There was no plumbing, electricity, or water. The two window frames were covered - with sheets of cracked, yellowing plastic, We accepted the offer of some tea to be brewed with mint just gathered by our host from a nearby meadow. After he chopped kindling for the wood- burning stove, and while the tea steo, in a dented pot, we sat on the floor and attempted conversation. The Chicken Man was originally from Ookland, Calif., but like many of those in the valley, he had tled the United States to avoid military service. He was now a Canadian citizen and sup- ported himself by working only one month each year. In two weeks of picking apples and two weeks of plan- ting trees, he earned about $300, which was all the money he needed to live comfortably. As | sipped the steaming mint tea from a tin cup, there was something about the layout of the house that reminded me of my grandparents’ farm i central Texas. When | peered through a section of broken flooring and saw a foundation of gray-white dung, it all came back: this was a chicken coop. in response to my inquiry, the Among the many nonfugitives who supported the Weathermen was a you: physican from San Francisco — 1'll ca im “Doctor Demento.” It seems thaf the good doctor and his ol’ lady regularly smuggled drugs across the border for delivery at the commune. But Doctor Demento became ‘ed. of h H and iniged ei d fit of ission, murder. is ol” lady. Her body Woe then buried in the wilderness, and Jack said that the Chicken Man was now the only living person who knew the location of the grave. : A few months after the murder, Doctor Demento and his new ol’ lady stopped at a shabby motel room near the Canadian border. The doctor and his ion had i} 1 ball full of heroin in order to smuggle it across the border. As fate would have it, their h acid dissolved the -bali and they died instantly from massive overdose. Based on this startling develop- ment, the RCMP requested that ! return to Slecan Valley and recontact the Chicken Man in the hope that he woud eventually give me a lead to the location of the secret commune as well as to the grave. | was less than ecstatic over the prospect of living in a decrepit chicken jouse with the strange, mind-controlling Chicken Man. By the next afternoon, my van had been hidden in Stu's garage outside Seattle, and we were on our way to Sea- Tde International Airport. After 12 weeks on the road, | would be allowed to return to Los Angeles tor debriefin and three glorious nights of peaceful i} in the privacy of my own Chicken Man readily ged that the structure had once been a chicken house, “But doesn't all that chicken shit apartment. | couldn't get there fast enough. 3 NEXT: Life ona commune. minutes before he even 53-2341 of 353-777 ie : : 2 Ls ship Available on Used or special agent in October 1968. Upon completion of new agent training at Washington, D.C., he was assigned to FBI field offices in Seattle, Los Angeles and Dallas before resigning in July 1976. : Payne is 36, married, and currently lives amidst the Rocky Moun- tains in western Colorado. glance toward the van. It was all “yes, sir” and “no, sir" as | made a conscious effort to answer each of his questions. While many of his questions di it was ob that his primary interest was our identity, “thad agreed to join Karen in the last pipeful of hash and she was skilfully