You mean Tarague Beach. I once had some wild pigs chase me up a palm tree there.
Nice place, a long way from anywhere. I was there 1976-78. Being a foodaholic, I remember the mongollian barbeque buffet at the USAF NCO club on Thursday afternoons, and the Yakitori II restaurant down the road. And bare-uh, 'butt' beach at the small Naval installation just outside Anderson AFB. That beach required a looong hike down many, many steps. Good place to snorkel though. A new naval commander came in and heard about the beach; being the prudes they are
p) he ordered the base law-enforcement guys to go down there twice a day to make sure no one was nekkid. It's right warm, as you would imagine. So they'd walk down a couple of landings and have a leisurely smoke or six.
Let's see, there were two incidents of the marine guards firing at a "green mist" while I was there, so they took away their bullets. You'd drive through one of the naval gates, and there'd be a guy with a 1911, and no magazine in the gun. The USAF joke was that there were Marines and guard dogs, and the Air Force had first choice. Of course the Marines had their own jokes about us. I knew some guys, and used to go to the Navy NCO club, where everything was cheaper than at the Air Force base. But for really nasty jokes, you had to hear the ones the marines and sailors would tell about each other.
You can hunt there. Although the island is small, something like 98% of the population lived within one mile of the coast - the interior is real jungle. There was a Japanese soldier who hid out there, not surrendering until 1972. Of course the Navy has a big section of that for weapons storage. You can see WWII tanks in the jungle, and planes in the sea (can't hold a candle to Truk though). I met a retired Air Force guy who had been stationed there at the end of WWII. He said you would take ten prisoners out for a work detail, and come back with 20, as the enemy soldiers still hiding would crawl up through the grass and ask the workers if they were getting good treatment. Evidently their superiors had impressed upon them during training about the savagery we barbarians would submit them to if they surrendered.
It's funny, it had become a Japanese vacation spot by the 70's, for folks who couldn't afford to go all the way to Hawaii. They kept pretty much to the tourist area, as there were a lot of older Guamanians who did not have fond memories of the time when the Japanese controlled the island.
That's enough rambling, I'll be thinking about this topic all night - like super typhoon Pamela that came ashore a month after I did. If you've never seen one of those up close, don't.
