U.S. Marine, Law Enforcement Officer, Tireless Volunteer, Devoted Husband, Stalwart Father.
Born in Madisonville, Kentucky and raised in Buras, Louisiana, Mike joined the Marine Corps at 17 and soon found himself in the jungles of Vietnam.
As an engineer he helped to build roads and bridges, cleared minefields and tunnels and provided security. It was in the course of these duties that he earned his purple heart.
He met his wife as a police officer in Lombard, Illinois. They had two children and moved to South Florida where he served with Metro Dade until he retired. Before he retired he bought a 45ï¿½ Coronado Sloop. The family would spend many years sailing the Bahamas.
After earning his Captain's license, Mike and Joyce worked as a yacht charter team for many years. They met a great many interesting characters and collected many fascinating tales.
They eventually returned to shore and settled down. Having ridden motorcycles his entire life, Mike started riding with the Leathernecks. He spent the remainder of his life helping his brothers and pursuing noble causes.
The moniker was earned in Marine Corps boot camp during a company inspection. The Drill instructor was going down the line inspecting bunks, lockers and Marines. Everything was perfect until he got to Mike's locker. He opened it up. It too was perfect, because all the extra crap he had collected was stuffed into the empty locker no one was using. The Drill Instructor wouldn't inspect an empty locker, would he?
He almost didn't, but before her turned to leave, he did. "WHO'S FUCKING PIG PEN IS THIS!??!", he challenged.
The nickname travelled with him to Vietnam and when the Leathernecks heard the story over beers one night, a biker's road-name was born.