What is something you've done or experienced that very few people have done?

I'll go first:

We had an Orlando-Denver flight that declared an emergency landing shortly after takeoff, had smoke in the cabin and upon landing hard & heavy in Tampa/St Pete, we got to pop the doors and go out down the slides.

http://www.denverpost.com/2009/09/07/southwest-flight-makes-emergency-landing-in-tampa/

I got head in the backseat of a car.....her mom was driving.

We were on the way home from a rodeo...in Strasburg, North Dakota.

Atta boy


5 diff chix in one night


Prolly shoulda brought a lottery ticket

Thought I was the chit for a day or 9

Scheeeidt...

Who aint done that?

Plane blew a tire on landing after being forced down into Yemen.. 18 hours on the tarmac with folks with AK's looking very nervous at us.. Traveling to most countries that end in "STAN" And I'm still alive LOL.

Depends upon your vision of "Almost nobody else".

If you include the world's population then driving to the grocery store a couple times/wk and filling the cart with whatever looks good at the time is more than the vast majority of the world's population has ever done.

I spent 9 days at the Four Seasons on Bora Bora, again, it depends upon your definition of "Almost Nobody Else".

@ -42F ambient I pulled the battery out of my pickup and put it in my dorm room to warm up.

In 3 different upland bird seasons I killed over 100 wild ringneck pheasants on public land. I'm not a guide and never have been.

I've spent 3 nights @ Kavik river camp going to/from a drop camp caribou hunt.

During an exceptionally high water year I had my 18.5' fishing boat places that had previously only been fished from shore, canoes, or duck boats.

I shot a white-tailed doe @ 732yds with a 243AI/105 A-max.

I've killed 8 elk in 11 years/trips as a DIY non-resident on public land.

Not sure what you mean by almost nobody else, but I did shoot a 9 1/2 foot brown bear in Russia. I've gotten two speeding tickets within four hours and flown out the windshield of a rolling Chevy pickup at 18 years old and lived to tell about it.

Mike

Dullness+P but I, single-handedly (solo not one-handed), spotlighted, captured, banded and drew blood samples from six sage grouse one night in the course of two hours. Pure awesomeness LOL.

I got photobucket to load in under 2 minutes and was able to post it here without a single add popping up.

I saw the start of a waterfall. Got to see the water as it dropped over the cliff. A dry Cliffside one second and waterfall the next.

Walking out of a remote area I "came around the corner" of the trail just in time to see a landslide and VW size boulder bouncing down the mountain about 10 yards in front of me.

I got a full blood replacement, not transfusion. Received last rites.

So I got that going for me, which is nice.





P

I've been blessed with the opportunity to save three people who were near death in two lost in the woods incidents. I've been even more blessed by being able to help lead a few people to the Lord who were lost in the world.....

I went into a burning building in my 20's, pulled out two kids. I never found the third. I didn't know anyone in that building.

I shït my pants on a road trip with an old girlfriend and managed to conceal it for 3 hours in the passenger seat. True story.

That reminds me of the horny guy that went to the bar in hopes of going home with a beautiful gal that would rate a "10" on the hotness scale.

The only gal that was willing and available was ugly and fat, so he went home with her. Since she barely rated a "2" instead of a "10", he had sex with her five times to make up the difference.

So, "5 diff chix in one night" is okay, if they were all at least a "2". And as long as nobody got pregnant. That reminds me of some of those Jerry Springer shows where some ghetto youth has gotten three girlfriends walking around pregnant all at the same time.

I pumped out all of my wind-shied wiper fluid and filled the reservoir with gas I siphoned from my old 72 f250 several times one evening. I undid the tubing to the squirters and stuck the end of it in the carb and clamped it down with the air filter lid. Fuel pump had quit, dead deer in the back of the truck, and it was 60 some miles home before the days of cell phones. It would run a bit when I primed it so I just kept priming it with the window wash button. My first plan was to stop at the nearest ranch and call for help, but it worked so good for the first 15 miles, I just kept refilling the washer tank every 10 miles or so, and kept on going. It was all about thumb timing, by the time I got home, I was pretty good at it.

I do a load of interesting things, some that not many others have done, and as others have pointed out, or perhaps, on a global scale, percentage wise "almost nobody" has done.

I have shot a good sized black bear in the ass with a Crossman pump bb gun, with a bb, not a pellet, twice!

I have helped spawn Apache trout.

I have called a badger in to within 8' while fall turkey hunting.

Had a coyote pass 12 yards or so away, between me and a 5x5 bull elk and not know I was there until he got downwind of both of us, same fall turkey hunt. I was stalking the bull for fun (I traditional archery hunt at times and hadn't seen so much as a turkey feather) so I continued my stalk and got to within 17 yards of the bull. (I've never heard anyone tell a similar story, so that counts, right?)

I have watched a wild summer steelhead eat a frog (I know, they don't eat when they leave salt water, yeah, right)

There's a few more interesting things, but I'm sure others have done the same or similar.

Thanks all for sharing your experiences. Seems we have an "interesting" group of folks around here.

Geno

Got cancer of the appendix with a 4cm tumor last year
Odds are about 1 in 6 million.
First question to the oncologist "do you know what the hell you are doing?"

Have shot three species of big game animal at staple-gun range that were determined to do me serious harm... one was a Kodiak bear.

Rode out three true "storms" in Alaskan waters in smallish boats... sustained winds over 100mph...

Sang karaoke right before a World-famous Asian female torch singer... My "singing" sucks!!!!!!!

Killed more than several B&C critters.

I used to wrestle harbor seals.

ROFL.... Okay..

I ran the Berlin Marathon in "84".
It rained most of the time, hard.

Once guided Roland Martin fishing in our local lake.

Sold guns to Hank Jr. , James Earl Jones, Peter Fonda, & Col. Jeff Cooper

Twins. At the same time.

I got to watch my daughter throw a perfect game no hitter in a state championship fastpitch tournament, and I got to see her pitch her start her first college game. I also remember how infuriated she was when she found out fastpitch had been eliminated as an Olympic sport. She got the chance to meet Jenny Finch and Cat Osterman. Two of her ladies she idolized.

Watched a cloud being born from the night's mist rising from a pond at daybreak.
Gave a kidney to a friend.

I just ruined my key board...

Years ago, I fell out of my deer stand and broke my back in two places. Luckily I can still walk.

Landed a Piper Archer on the east/west runway at Tampa International, as the nose wheel came down picked up a little nose-wheel shimmy, more common in Cessna singles but it happens with pipers too.

Pulled back a little to lighten the nose and then shortly after saw this wheel-tire go boouncing and rolling off the runway ahead and to the left!?!?!?!

AHHHHhhhhh! CH!TT...

When landing a Cherokee with two mains and a front FORK....very little braking is required!


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I have shot the 30 Sneezer

Shot clay birds with a pin fire shotgun

Fact is I've never done anything unusual, which seems to be unusual for a 'fire member.

Even as a kid my boomerang would come back.

Seriously now, I specialize in witnessing other folks do what nobody else has done. Not many people can make that claim.

picked up a mother/daughter combo in a Miami bar back in 1985.

Bench pressed 530 at 177 bodyweight and 58 years old, drug free. So far, it's the best over 50 drug free, multiply 181 bench, of all time.

I'm the only man I know of that's being stalked by Jennifer Aniston....... not really but there are lots of movies filmed down here in NOLA and I've seen her 4 different times so I tell my wife the she's stalking me!

I've spent 11 months in MD Anderson Cancer Center and lived to tell about it.

I've sat within spitting distance of some world class low fence WT deer and can prove it.

I nailed a Russian chick. That girl could suck a beachball through a garden hose. My buddies called her the Red Threat.

been patted down by the Secret Service, had lunch and dinner with Ladybird .

Piloted a 14 rib boat half a mile offshore in 50 knot winds 4 foot seas and a driving rain to effect a rescue of an overturned kayak not visible from shore. The coast gaurd was unable and the police boat unwilling to react within a reasonable time. They had real boats.

Ran a sub 5 minute mile in high school numerous times, caught 2 smallmouth over 7lbs in three casts, killed 4 toms in 4 days, had sex with two sisters in the same night and neither to this day ever spilled the beans to each other, 6 homeruns in 6 consecutive at bats in high school( only 6 I ever hit in high school)

Hit a hole in one on a golf course, and it was the 2nd and last time I ever swung a golf club. Drunken luck you could say. It bounced off a cart parked to the side and rolled in.

Been ejected from a rollover MVC and damn near walked away unscathed after I woke up. (3 days after found out I had 3 vertebral compression fractures)

Some of this would make Hap Shaughnessy blush.

A 50 knot wind around will make for some serious waves, much more than 4 footers. Good job on the rescue!

Incredible. Most can't bench their own body weight, and you have a coefficient over 3.25.

Nothing.

Used a multiply bench shirt, not raw. Still a good bench. That was in competition, too. Real close to a 560 that day. Missed it by a hair, at lockout.

I got a girl and her mom to give me head!!

Watched a small aircraft pass low by my rancher friends house, wave to us, climb, stall, nose in, explode in a fireball killing the pilot.

In springtime watched as a cow elk brought her new calf from a mountain valley down into a pasture and introduced it to the rest of the herd for the 1st time.

On 4 separate occasions I was caught in avalanches in Colorado and survived.

Hunted elk on Greg Norman's private ranch.

Had a canoe get sideways in a river above a strainer of logs. The power of the river folded the canoe like a piece of paper. Terrifying. Survived by the grace of some barbed wire that was wrapping the strainer.

Swallowed a hacky-sack coated in butter for a $20 bet, a lot of money in 1978. My first wife was trying to convince me of the pain of childbirth. Passing that sack didn't get me a participation trophy when I offered that experience to her.

Well, I was a NASA launch countdown commentator, something only a handful of people have ever done, and never more than three at any point in time. Before that, I also did commentary for Air Force Titan III launches, which were public so seldom that I was the only guy on the planet doing them.

With a bow, bobcat, two bears, herd bull.

Saved a lady optician with the Heimlick after she rolled forward into her plate with a bolus of bread stuck in her throat. Took one good compression, then a hard compression and nothing. Didnt know what to do so I went for popping ribs. That did the trick.

3 10 point whitetails in one season with a bow. None near a feeder.

3 30 inch muleys. One a Texas state record and no.5 in the world for desert mule deer, only after several Heaven sent miraculous blessings.
All on self guided hunts in Texas, NM, Co, Mt.

Me too!

What a coincidence, huh?

Crashed on takeoff (piloted by a doctor) in a Beech Bonanza- walked away with nary a scratch.

Investigated a maintenance failure by United Air Lines, got them for a 1 million dollar civil penalty.

Done the deed in KSA & UAE.

A few other notables not up for discussion.

They must have really been into cast iron pans.

I work at the high school where Cat Osterman graduated high school.

Got hit pretty much head on by a jack-knifed 18 yard end dump while driving a Nissan Frontier. Crawled out passenger door none the worse for wear.

(Trust me! I was trying my damnedest to get hell out of his way! Nowhere to go!)

I married my wife.

Was turkey hunting with a buddy. He was calling and the Tom walked so close to me I just reached out and grabbed him by one leg. The fight was on then!It took a while to subdue him and ring his neck.

Now that is a story.

Come up through the ice at the North Pole [true north] on a nuclear powered fast-attack submarine, went topside, walked around the Sub. on the ice, every direction was South

Ha. I thought you had kilt stuff with a 270.

All right!

Well done!
Necessity is the mother of invention.

Olongapo or Bangkok?

Biggest deer I've ever laid eyes one was just shy of 300". Not many people have seen a free range deer anywhere near 200", mush less 300"

That's pretty neat.

I'm so old and tired if I did anything interesting it's been so long ago I've completely blanked it.

Got food poisoning on a 13 hour flight from Hong Kong to San Fran. I'm positive it was from the food served an hour into the flight followed by 9 hours in the crapper.

It was a United flight.

Read this whole thread before saying "First Lier ain't got a chance".

Released live cougars from my bobcat traps. By myself.

BS. Movie star, top gun on TV show, law man, govt. trapper, ....

Lol nope just my lil hometown

I'd gotten around pretty decently during high school

But I left for a few years after, 1st to Alaska, and then 3 years in Chicago

It was during the hippie days and I'd cut my long hair, had my wolf knee high mukluks, leather jacket I'd bought in Chicago and a brand new Ford truck

To those lil country lasses at that point I must have seemed a bit exotic

I was 20 years old and pretty full of myself

2 of the girls were really cute, one other was absolutely beautiful and could go like a porn star, the 4th not ugly but wasn't ever gonna get chased hard in the bar scene later as I was headed thru town on the way home I see this skinny lil waif running away from the local jail

Offered her a lift, turns out she'd been over there talkin to her bf thru the window, it was a very old jail
I have an idea what they'd been talkin bout and I was the beneficiary of their lil talk

Dented the door on my new truck as she was giving head and I ditched it and hit a tree

I was really bummed about that, though later

I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't lived it


Like a lot of guys I've balanced two gf later in life, always good while it lasts

But for one night I got a taste of the rockstar life

It was fun! Damnit I shuda learned to play guitar

For sure. Monster mule deer, whitetails and elk are breathtaking. I have seen two of each i didnt get.

Spent the better part of two years in Helmand and Kandahar provinces as infantry. Been a few of us, but not a lot.

Not even kidding. Witnesses and everything at UAF.

Great answer- me too!

Finished a whole can of Tab.!

Back in the 90's I sat in a camp chair watching an unbelivable light show courtesy of the Aurora Borealis in Nunavut while me and my buddies howled at wolves and drank Jim Beam and Labbat's Blue that we had flown in for $70 a case.

34.932648, -77.064018

Google Maps says you can walk there from the road in about 3 minutes. Google Maps is fulla schit.

I got there by canoe , which itself wasn't exactly easy.

Looks easy enough but it isn't.

I don't know of any living person that's been there by land or water.

Mike

I once met a democrat with a job.

Please tell Linda and Sara "Thomas says hello".

Took A wagon train across the Oregon trail in 1993,150th year of the Oregon Trail. From Independence Mo to Astoria Or. My daughters were,13,14,17 and 19. They drove their wagons the 2600 miles,6 months. Took another wagon Train across the California Trail ,150th in 1999. St Charles Mo to Sacramento Ca. My oldest daughter drove her wagon across. I had other teamsters that drove my wagons as well. 2500 miles.
Guided Richard Childress on a Antelope hunt , The same year his driver ,Dale Earnhardt ,won the Winston cup. I have caps and a knife with Dales name on them.

Thank you for your service sir. You're a better man than I. I would have been scared schittless the whole time.

Probably not many of us have done this--I was on a C-130 on Jan 1st 1968 in Katum South Viet Nam and we got shot down! We all made it.

Also in 1968 I was a crew member flying Blind Bat flare missions over Laos,Cambodia, and North Viet Nam (at night, also in a C-130)



Ken

Saved three kids from choking, one my own, none in my office.


Live released a fair number of badgers from steel traps. (not prime)


Once sewed up EVERY opening on a female cadaver.
Embalming professor required it. (Actually, not even close to the top of my personal "distasteful thing I have done" list. The worst involve floaters. Had I ever finished a can of Tab, it would certainly rank high.)

Now that's funny!

Another thank you for your service.

Fell 26 feet and didn't break a bone.

I was ejected from a CH-47 that was hit by an RPG on takeoff. I was strapped to a litter at the time so I was pretty lucky the ramp was down when it hit the ground and burned.


mike r

I am ashamed to admit it.

You married his wife too?....um...that's bigomy.

funny...

Wow!

Heather locklear

Oops - misread the title "someone you've done"... that no one else has.

Then again, I guess that wouldn't be true either!

Dear Popular Mechanics Forum, ....

Flown at 50,000 ft.

Exceeded Mach 1 - (sound barrier).

Pulled 7 g's.

Not all at once but during different times in my career. All memories that I treasure, most folks will never have the chance to do even one of those things.


drover

Like I said... I never F'd a 10. But, one night I F'd 5 2's.

Graduated High School in Texas.

survived a king , 10 prime ministers , 5 presidents ,INS and ex-wife.

P.

Saved a few lives and effected some extraordinary rescues damn near buying the farm myself a couple of times.

Road a humpback whale once by mistake. That turned out better than it could have.

Took first place in a triathlon.

Whooped some big guys and out fought several at once. I'm the honey badger and I don't give a chit. 😉

you should write a book.

P.

Maybe I will, thanks.

PS... I still not bet against me. 😉

I spent many hours in a Mark V hard hat dress in cold, piych black water.

F....ked two fat girls at once. Graduated high school in Texas

Strainers scare me...

married the second daughter of mr and mrs Lawson 47 years ago.

spent 2 hours trapped in a spider hole with rat chewing on my lower legs. why i have one fear. Rats. don't fear tight places though. go figure.

Watched a guy eat 24 hot dogs and drink 2 RC colas. We told him we would pay for his food if he could eat 2 dozen hot dogs.

These were SC hot dogs, bun, wiener, mustard and chili.

Is that the spot just SE of the dogleg on Catfish Lake Road???

Cab driver?

I wouldn't say "almost nobody", but I did climb to the top of Devil's Tower in SE Wyoming (and back down, too).

Mudhen, you're the only one who climbed Devils Tower in SOUTH EAST Wyoming. A few people have climbed the one in NORTH EAST Wyoming.

No offense meant.

I died, had an out of body experience, and came back to life.

It was surreal.





It's not unique by any stretch but certainly uncommon.

Some how tied my umbilicle cord in a knot before birth. Glad I didn't pull it tight.

NE--Yep, that's the one I climbed. Brain fart!

In my younger days was involved in two separate car rollovers and walked away unhurt both times.

In company with a friend saved a drunk from drowning, while fishing one night.

Jim

Flying a live brahma bull tied down to a pallet in a C7A Caribou from Pleiku up to some Special Forces camp, rations for the local PF's. Dang thing got loose in the airplane , struggled up to his feet, slipping and sliding on the wet wooden floor. Managed to get the cargo door open at just the right moment , he took a hike out the back end and we went back to Pleiku.

I cut an 18 wheeler trailer in half with an airplane!

When I was a young man, about 14, I went after a guy that was drowning in a pool at the bottom of a waterfall. I pulled him over to the side and drug him out. That isn't so unusual though, it happens all the time. What was unusual was that I got in a bunch of trouble for going after him. The life guards were just standing there doing nothing, so I went. I'd had the training, but got in trouble anyway.

One of the most amazing things happened to me not once but several times.....a DRT bangflop with the lowly TSX bullet in a non magnum caliber.

watched the reburial procession of Chief American Horse on the Pine Ridge rez

Watched 4 bucks that had a doe trapped in a thicket. 3 of them took turns mounting her. I think the other one already had when I walked up. All from about 15 yards away. Three days later in the same spot, 3 different bucks had a doe cornered. Only one mounted her. The others saw me and walked off.

Well, I have done a lot of stupid things but none of those seem to be that rare, or as exciting as the ones posted here.

Fairly unusual, though, I once sat in a little thatched hut on a dry riverbank in Zambia over a leopard bait with my PH and hunting partner as the sun faded away, only to hear footsteps coming up behind the hut and harsh panting maybe four feet behind us. Guess who?

At that point, the PH who claimed he was one of only two left in Africa who had never been scratched by a leopard, and who had to go dig it out of the brush if I didn't hit it properly, had a uncontrollable attack of stomach growling. After a couple of minutes, the leopard disappeared, declining to go for the bait. The PH promptly said it was gone for the night and we might as well go home!

Less interesting to you guys, I was one of four lawyers in a London conference room who invented financial derivatives in the late 1970s, which not long after that, grew into a multi-trillion dollar industry larger than most national economies. Did I make a lot of money from that? Well, of course not, but the investment bankers sure did!

In 1972, I was in the Navy, and stationed in Pensacola, Fla.

I was fortunate enough to escort Dolly Parton from the dressing room, she took my arm, to the center stage at the Arena, during a country music show.
Got an autographed picture, which I no longer have, dammit!

Lucky they didn't beat you up, too.

Yeah right. I've seen pictures. You have lived a full life that some of us can only dream about.

Nice try my friend!! You're a rock star in my book. Seriously!!

David

Actually got to touch a wild deer on Sunday.

Working on a shed in the backyard...and a deer came out of the woods and started walking towards me. The shed is 80 yards from the house and of course my camera/phone was on the charger in the kitchen.

I slowly walked to the house and the deer sorta followed me but keeping a distance. Went and grabbed the phone, came out and that critter was about 10 feet from the deck.

I snapped a few pics then went down the steps and was able to walk right up to it...hold out my hand and it sniffed my hand.

As hard as this may be to believe, I then left my 11 month old yellow lab out and for maybe 20 minutes or so, the dog and deer were playing....chasing each other, nose to nose sniffing, Heck the dog even licked the deer's head and ear.

I don't do photobucket or Facebook but the girlfriend signed me up to the latter. So there is a short video on my page...I'm Marlin P. Schultz Jr.

After what must have been 83 beers, decided I could get away with snagging a brand new wheel and tire right off pit row at sears point during a NASCAR qualifying run. Must have rolled that thing 1000 yards to the last exit before I got that tap on my shoulder..."sir, where did you get that?"
Guess the pit crew had called in a missing wheel...
I was let go after a rather thorough questioning during which I'm sure they believed zero of the BS coming out of my mouth.
Pretty stupid..

Best to leave things in the past sometimes.
I am still alive so God is not finished with me yet, and I am not finished doing what I am supposed to do. It's the future that matters now, not the past.

Signed my tax return and where it asked occupation, I put, Cowboy.

That's pretty cool. I had some good times working as a wildlifer for 11 years. One highlight was a short stint in Canada near Churchill, Manitoba assisting a doctoral candidate in a Canada goose study. I discovered I had a knack for surgically attaching radio transmitters to day-old goslings!

I feel I did a few unique things while in the Navy. I ran the winch on a warping Tug in the west Loch of pearl Harbor. We tore out WW-2 piers that had been bombed. Also tore down buildings on Monkey Island (in the west loch). We would have about 20 guys drag a cable around buildings, I would let out slack in line, coxswain would back up full, I would reel in full speed. We would squeeze and drag buildings to shore. Also did medivacs for civilian ships when weather was to rough for ships to come in channel. This was at Midway and I was coxswain and engineer on a Aviation Rescue Boat. Also helped push helicopter off USS Durham in Veit Nam. I was stationed at ACB-1, 2 out of 3 of these.

My first ex-wife was working on her PhD in marine mammal bioenergetics.

Young harbor seals were kept in pools at the Inst. of Arctic Biology animal quarters. Part of the research involved netting the seals out of the pools, holding them down to get a temperature (you know how), and put them into a vest in which lead weights could be added.

The weight forced them to exercise in a tall sealed tank of water through which air was pumped. The seals O2 consumption was measured.

My job was to 'wrestle' them for the temp probe and get them into the vest. Had to wrestle mature harbor seals for some other things. Those bastids required help!

I drew the line at fur seals. Those things are fast and nasty. Danger +P.

I picked a fourteen oz. morel mushroom.Three morels were thirty one oz.

I wrestled quite a few pelicans to free them from exposed trotlines on Lake Texoma in the '80s. Luckily they were way outclassed !

You da man!

Opened a box of Nosler Partitions without instructions......

Yawn...

It's the headwaters of the west fork of Brice's Creek ,just off Catfish Lake Rd.

Mike

Stayed married to the same chick for over 30 years, even though 20 of it was as an undercover cop.

Not overly impressive considering some of the others posted.

Worked in Antarctica for three austral summers (along with about 1000 others at McMurdo Station) and flew down and stood on the South Pole.

When stationed in Alaska in the late 80s was in responsible for the demolition and burial of the Loran tower that used to be on Sitkinak Island (near Kodiak). IIRC, it was about 600' tall and we took it down with about 15 lbs of C4.

In the 1st Gulf War, was in charge of blowing up Saddam's explosives storage bunkers near Basra that included a stockpile of Exocet missiles and another type of rocket booster that was about 3' in diameter. Made a heck of an explosion when the main bunker blew. Chunks of the concrete roof were close to two feet thick and flew close to a mile, where we were scrambling to get under armored vehicles as debris rained from the sky. We backed off much further on the remaining blasts.

That definitely needs some elucidation.

Ag plane, I'll bet?

Met a guy who fell out of an airplane, landed in a silage pit, was dug out with a backhoe and lived.

Met an old basque who was hung for running sheep instead of cattle,and lived.

Met a guy who was attacked by a brown bear, killed it with a knife and lived.

What was they guys name that killed the bear with a knife? I think I know of whom you speak.

WOW!, I wish I'da asked the question.

Guilty I am of not reading all the posts, but, has Rick Bin been on to say he started the 24hourcampfire?

I've stopped a human heart about 3500 times.

Very interesting thread!

Sam, as a "cowboy", I'll think you have found yourself in more than a few tight spots?

My wife was on a flight like that. As the cabin filled up with smoke and people began to get excited she tried to calm them by saying, "I thought this was a 'no smoking' flight. She told me it had a momentary calming effect.

One of the strangest experiences for me is, "I think you will be happier in another fellowship," the pastor said.

Thanks to WyColoCowboy for a must-read thread.
Who'da known that the people here have had some remarkable experiences.

The problem with that, is that most people don't realize that their "tight spots" are interesting at all. It's just what they do and who they are.

Richard, knock on wood I've never broken a bone.

How many people can say that?


My dumb ass cousin broke his arm at a Mickey D's 'playland' 30 years ago but to this day I ain't broke chit.


Knock on wood again!

I saw a flying Brahma bull once. Nobody ever believed me.

I had a black bear walk up to my back porch. I did get a picture of him. Why so odd you say? It happened in Mississippi.

Beat off to Mama June.

Picked my nose. Plenty of people have picked their own, but I can state categorically thatI'm the only one who's picked mine.

Had dinner with a rocket scientist and his wife.

Had dinner with one of the last remaining ex french connection guys...

Slapped a cow caribou on the ass while archery hunting on the Haul Road. Had 5 caribou walk within a few of me and this one cow was within 2 feet when she finally figured out I didn't belong there. She ran past me and I swatted her on the ass.

Shoot Tomahawk missiles and a few experimental weapons in the ballistic missile defense program.

Met Ronald Reagan and got invited to his inauguration.

We live charmed lives.

Loaded the gun of an F-16 that had the only A-A kill of the OIF campaign.

Meh,anyone can do what I've done,it's nothing special.

Well,there is one thing,I got my wife pregnant....twice.

Ran out in front of me on TO and I was past the point of no return! I clicked in another notch of flaps but didn't help that much! I was past the point of applying more back pressure and the landing gear hit middle ways of the trailer and cut both sides of the support rods which are critical to holding the trailer in tact! This trailer was coming from the cotton gin and had been designed with extra height so as to carry more cotton bales! As soon as the upper support rods of trailer were cut the whole thing cratered in the highway! Damn nigh put me down but I kept it in the air and went to Monroe, La. to land. Left gear was completely sheared and right gear was bent aft at forty-five degrees! I switched off the mags about 200' off approach end of runway hoping the prop would stop at 3 & 9 o/clock and it did! Props at that time were around $13,000 bucks. Touched down, slid on tarmac about 150' and no fire! We had the bird working again in three weeks!

Made the afternoon national news!

GOD IS GOOD....because I prayed a lot over 45 years and over 24,000 hours of flying time! I've never met a combat soldier or a pilot that was an athiest!!

401 Air Tractor!

That's amazing for a guy that spends his life on a horse and wrestles cows for a living. You quite possibly may be the only living cowboy that hasn't broken a bone. I hope your streak continues for many more decades. 👍

Probably will be for a very long time, amazing.

Sharpsman, what type of plane?

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Graduated Catholic HS in TX.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXaq7f6fIg8

air tractor

That had to be fun to fly.

Missed that thanks.

Working your way up to rut with the walrus'?

Maniac. Cool..... but still a maniac.

True story.

Trailed cows down main street at 4AM.


Cow chit all over the lawn at the high school.

Surfed legit 25' plus waves. This would be a wave so big you can't tell where the bottom of the wave is as you look at it; say maybe a 40' face. At the time there was guys surfing 40' waves, huge difference.

I was diving, looking for my anchor that ripped loose after a big storm. Had a hammerhead swim by me at arms length that was so big I couldn't see his tail for his head; I'm guessing he was 16'.

Met one of the few surviving kamikaze pilots for Japan in WWII. Said his number never got called and was glad for it!

Never broke a bone in my body but broke my sister's arm....long story.....pulled one of her teeth also....paid for that one!

I've jerked it on 6 continents. Drank beer on 5.

Pretty proud of that, myself.

I banged hot bitches on all nine continents.....


Ace

got arrested for farting , my buddy opened the car door and farted , not knowing there was a police officer standing there.


P.

Ace...god I miss that crazy moodafucker.

Dude is absolutely hilarious.

One upper lol.

I have ended a a few places I wish I hadn't but it all worked out..

In April 1968 our high school band was in DC to march in the Cherry Blossom Festival, when the riots broke out. We were sent home but got caught up in the riots, at 13 I saw my first shooting as cops were battling rioters outside our bus.

In March 1979 I was pulling parts from a wrecked Jeep a guy had in his field, the field bordered the river and you could watch folks scrambling around and sirens going off over on the island. Later I found out the Three Mile Island accident had occurred and there was a partial nuclear meltdown happening as we watched.

I flew a hang glider off of Lookout Mountain, Georgia.
Here I am doing a "wire launch." The wind is so strong on the ramp that it would flip me over if I just walked up there. So my ground crew is holding me to the ground by my flying wires.
Here, I have just yelled "Clear!" and my ground crew has released the wires.














I caught a good thermal that day and got 3,000 feet above the valley.
Damn, that was some fun!

Not something to brag about, but a somber moment I wont ever forget.

Shortly after the flight 93 crash on 9/11 work duties had me at the crash site in the field. Access to that whole area was denied to the public and guarded by the Sheriff's department living in a temporary trailer as it was an ongoing investigation by FBI etc. 100yds away was probably as close as I was to it, but hard to describe the mix of emotions at that time looking at the tore up hole in ground just prior to the woods edge.

Also while I was there I drove back the public access field road where apparently now the memorial is. At that time there was a temporary memorial already started by the public. Already had pictures and letters from people all over the U.S.

To add to that whole experience at the time, I'm related to the wife of Todd Beamer. The man who was relaying to an operator their plan to take over the plane. His last recorded words were, "Are you guys ready? Okay. Let's roll."

Gene Moe is the best known one. pak used to live across the street from him.

Who was first?

I made AND ate pickled pork hocks.


Yes it's true.

I met Margaret Thatcher, briefly. (The Iron Lady, herself)

hahahaha. Oh crap, Iron tff. Unreal.

I shït my pants on each of the 9 continents, all by accident.

When I was 12, my cousin, Wes, who was 13, and I, were staying at my uncle's, Wes's dad's ranch near Jay Em Wyoming, all four of our parents had went to Denver for a few days, and figured, knew, we could feed and milk, etc., till they got back. This was only one of several times we had done that. But this one time a big 'ol lion showed up out under the yard light. We kinda freaked out a little at first, peeking out the windows, and freaked even more when it came and paced the open porch that spanned the whole front of the house. It hung around on the porch long enough that we developed a plan. This was the plan; Wes watched through a small slit window high on the door, and I was on one knee with a SxS 12ga and when Wes opened the door, I gave that mountain lion 2 barrels of bird shot from about 6 feet away. I never claimed it was the best plan, we probably could of just went to bed and been safer, but it was a kid plan, and it got the job done. What a mess though, nearly cut that lion in half, and splatter blood painted a big spot in front of the front door and the stairs up to the porch.

I made the front page of the Houston Chronicle on the day I was born.

For some reason they used to make a big deal of the 20,000th baby born in Houston every year. That was me in 1956. The headline said "Casey's batting 20,000". My name is Casey.

So far as fame goes it's pretty well gone downhill since then.

Where it asked sex, I replied "Yes".

OK. I was reading the thread and held off responding...until I read this...

I can not even imagine what that was like. I really don't even know what to say other than I want you to know how much your post means to me.

All right!

I farted in red square right in front of Lenins tomb , ........ twice.

Its weird how freaking cows on the loose always head to town. Unreal.

They're herd animals.

Darn. I didnt know you were a Texican. How was the Afreaken one compared to the Antarctic one?

1998, I did it doggie style on the rim of Crater Lake.

Helluva view!

Top or bottom?

Last year I booked a trip in the Republic of Congo to hunt buffalo, with a guide. The guide was to help with the logistics etc. After a couple of days of traveling first by plane, then vehicle, then dugout canoe, then on foot we arrived at a Pygmy village. My guide fell ill. I left him in the village and hunted for two weeks in the rainforest on foot with Pygmy porters and a tracker that could speak a little English. It was a great experience, unfortunately the guide passed away. There us much more to the story but I doubt very few if any hunters will ever do a self guided hunt like that again.

I banged hot bitches on all 10 continents......


P.S. Also note the periods behind my statement please.

[quote=Anjin

Less interesting to you guys, I was one of four lawyers in a London conference room who invented financial derivatives in the late 1970s, which not long after that, grew into a multi-trillion dollar industry larger than most national economies. Did I make a lot of money from that? Well, of course not, but the investment bankers sure did! [/quote]

Less interesting my azz !

Dude that's today's equivalent of having worked on the Manhattan project developing the A bomb!

And may prove yet to be as or more catastrophic.

We've banged chix, killed animals, but you? You've been part of changing history !

In my home town somebody had the bright idea of putting one of the busiest sale barns in Wyoming one block from the high school, just a few blocks from the middle of town (actually the town grew around what was once the biggest sale barn in the world, or so the signs around it claimed) and back in the days before marshal law ruined Halloween, nearly every Oct 31st, there would be hundreds of cattle out trick or treating all over town. I never had anything to do with them getting out of their pens, but saw Main Street, well most all streets, swamped with cattle several times.

Had an 8' hammerhead shark pass right in front of me while i was sandbagging a pipe crossing.

With the exception of my contributions, this thread reads like scripts for the next 10 year's Dos Equis commercials.

I was bowhunting and glassing another spot from my stand one evening and seen lots of deer coming out of a cornfield into a bean field about 3/4 mile away. I decided too move the next day. It was HOT out.

I put my stand up above a rock pile, took off those clothes and wiped down with scent killer. I changed into my camo and put my sweaty clothes in a black garbage bag and hid it under a wild plum tree near my stand.

Later, I had a forkhorn buck come out of the cornfield and walk straight up the rock pile and look back and forth at me for 5 minutes. Then he went and nosed around and ended up picking up the bag with my sweaty clothes and starts shaking it back and forth. Then the little fugher runs across the bean field swinging that garbage bag back and forth and kicking his heels in the air like he had just found the greatest toy on earth and drops it out there.

That was fun trying to find later in the dark...

That's awesome. You must have lived in TN at some point.

Made the AP wire and papers myself. Had chicken pox and the measles at the same time. In 1964, I think.

Would living in the Sahara for awhile count, if not how about being run out of the Dead Sea by a flash flood

I've been to 57 states.

Isn't that a mating call in the Bay Area?

Spent one winter (79-80) harnessing and driving a team to feed cattle every day. I thought that was pretty cool.

Shot at and missed under a full moon on a snow field, a pair of coyotes during coitus, theirs, not mine!

Learned to drive a dozen different makes and models of tractor by the time I was six years old. Starting the summer before my sixth birthday, my days were spent driving tractor for my Dad as he bucked bales all over our community. We usually used our hay trailer and the farm owners' tractor.
Ford 8N, Oliver 33, Co-op, John Deer A and B and 50, Ferguson TO 30, Farmall C and H and M. There were Case, Minny Moline, Massy Harris, Allis Chalmers and others.

There was even one flatbed farm truck with a Clearfield elevator. Dad would whistle and I would slide down under the steering wheel so I could get my foot onto the clutch to stop the truck. Dad would whistle again and I would gently let the clutch out, then climb back up onto the seat to steer the truck and line the bales up just so to be picked up by the elevator.

I thought it was all high adventure. Especially at the end of the day, when I got my nickle for the day, and we would stop at the country store and I could pick my favorite candy bar or chocolate covered ice cream treat.

Hey Mathman. I know of an old lady that did something similar. She drained the Washer fluid out and filled it with Gin. Then she ran the outlet hose inside the car so she could sip while she was driving. All she had to do was give the washer button a squirt and she was good to go. Now that is inginuity!

You and Zero are in rare air!

Just remembered the crown jewel of my youth... the longest gravid female tape worm ever recorded (at the time at least) slid out of my diaper and found itself in a jug of Formalin...

I know more about moose bellies than I ever cared to. (calling from sitting positions against trees or on logs). Those things will come right up to you!

Hunted a 50 foot long bowhead whale out of a skin umiak in an Arctic lead.
Bow man had a pointy stick- explosive loaded... Almost got it too. Lots of Eskimos have done it, not that many white folk.

Caught a 5.5 pound rainbow that had been leaping up onto dry land to catch passing voles, then she would flop a couple times down slope to regain the water. She had at least 5 in her stomach, gullet, with a tail hanging out the corner of her mouth. And she took my spoon. greedy!

Went eyeball (mine) to azzhole (its) with a skunk on one very black night. Range about 2 feet....We both escaped unscathed.

Spent an afternoon "wing-shooting" cottontails bailing out of buffalo-berry thickets from 4 -6 feet up after a chinook left the frozen prairie ground several inches deep in standing water.

Got woken in the dead of night - a very dark night- by an aggresive bull moose thrashing brush 15 feet from my sleeping bag. That will wake you up!

I've heard moose roar. Twice. Absolutely hair-raising! First time I didn't know what it was, but I spent the rest of the day hunting about 2 miles away. The second time I saw the cow do it. Both sexes will do it under stress, but it is rare.

Bashed a coyote (at least I hope it was a coyote) in the face high in the Colorado Rockies when it was snuffling the side of the tent, pressing inward.

Stalked a sleeping? cow moose with her head in a bush to within rifle-length butt-poking range. I decided against it.... and eased on out of there. Sleep well Princess!

First sheep hunt was a solo backpack hunt - 18 miles in to the mountain. Killed full curl and packed it out. Two 14 hour days coming out with a pack in excess of my own 150 pounds. I was younger then. Possibly a few inches taller too! . Haven't gotten any smarter, just older.

Joined a wandering/feeding pre-rut group of at least 4 bulls and 5-9 cow moose for an hour and a mile or so. Moose all around me, never a time there wasn't one or several within 30 yards, often within 10. They apparently forgot just who all had been invited to the orgy....

Wouldn't have missed any of it for the world!

I rode a bull in a rodeo on a dare, shot trap with a 22 pistol and even hit a few, been tossed out of Hussongs Cantina in Ensenada.

I almost hunted on Greg Normans's ranch by mistake until I saw the sign 50 yards below the cow elk I walked a couple of miles to get a shot at.

In October 1983 I was on a mapping trip into a cave called Devil's Dungeon located east of Dale Hollow Lake. The trip was under the auspices of the National Speleological Society (NSS) and its purpose was to push beyond earlier explorations that had stopped at a place called Bob's Birth Canal. The cave was called Devil's Dungeon because there was a 400 ft belly crawl to get into cave before you could stand up.

My job was to get through Bob's Belly Crawl (BBC) using a WWII surplus trenching tool and go as far as I could. BBC was named for a small fellow named Bob who wriggled through this hole in the wall. After 2 hours, he managed to get to a room with 10 ft ceilings, and then he popped back in the whole and wriggled out. The sight of this muddy fellow coming back out of the hole at the end earned this opening its name.

I was 6'3", 190 lbs at the time. They figured if I could get through, anyone could. There were alternating layers of flowstone and clay at the bottom of BBC. All I had to do was lift up a slab of flowstone and dig out the clay underneath. It was hard work, but I got through.

After emerging into the anteroom on the other side, I pushed solo for 300 yards through virgin cave. I was not only the first human, but probably the first vertebrate to get into these passages. I stopped when I got to a large wall and felt a strong blow issuing from a crack. This meant there was a large bit beyond, but I was alone and this was well beyond the limit of safety.

I was rather muddy from the trip through BBC, on the way out, I found a side room with a nice steady flow of water coming from the ceiling. I washed off in the water before heading back to the anteroom and returning through the BBC. On the way out, it only took me about 10 minutes to get through. The BBC had been widened considerably through my efforts.

In making my report to the cartographer, I mentioned my visit to the room with the water coming from the ceiling. I told him that, should I ever have the opportunity to do so, I'd like to get hold of Gunite machine and do a bathroom just like this place. As a result the cartographer named the room "Bill's Bathroom." The NSS frowned on name so on the final map it ended up as "Bill's Shower." This is now an place name on the official map. I can therefore say that I had my name on the map before I turned 25 years of age.

I have one small side story. Devil's Dungeon is very close to Sgt. Alvin York's Grave outside Pall Mall. It's next to a farmstead that bore a close resemblance to the farm York dreamed about down in the bottoms. About 15 years after my trip down that hole, I ended up marrying a girl from Alvin York's extended family, a girl from McCreary County, Kentucky. York's mother and KYHillChick's father's mother both come from the same tribe, at least by one way of figuring.

Ah, we have the same town and year of birth..... Dang, we are gettin' pretty old....

"... Two 14 hour days coming out with a pack in excess of my own 150 pounds. I was younger then. Possibly a few inches taller too! smile. Haven't gotten any smarter, just older..."

I've had times when I knew I was packing a little over my own scrawny mass.... but these days I can barely lift my own eyebrows.
Like the Indian in "Outlaw Josey Wales", I tell my wife often, "I used to have powers!"

Drilled and tapped energized 480 volt, 2000 amp buss and installed lugs for a new transformer feed in a health care facility. No available buckets, no other way to do it.

Stopped a charging bear at 10 yards on a moose hunt up in Canada. 250 grain out of a 338 Win mag, was like it hit a brick wall. And didn't crap in my pants!

I'm hurt you are just now telling me that.
Or, I am hurt by hearing that.
something like that....

I broke a half inch, high strength log chain in two places with one pull. If you don't believe that, I'm not sure I do either, but I picked up three pieces of chain after that pull.

He's not a texan. You can tell...because he doesn't tell everyone he's a texan within the first 9 seconds of conversation.

My claim to doing something few have done?
I believe every one of these stories.

That's a cool story.

If CookieDawg could talk, he would tell you what RenAMoron has done that very you sickos have done.

Nothing I'm going to tell about.

I've been banned from TnDeer.com 127 times

Yeah. We're special that way. You could expect nothing less from the campfire.

That is a whopper of a fish story right there!

And that's the damn truth.
Rule#1 According to Slumlord "Never get attached to a sock puppet"

Small town here has weekly stock sales at the edge of town. They had a cowboy to run down the strays/ escapees. Was pretty common to go to
Iunch on the square and see a steer hightailing it thru traffic with this guy and his horse in hot pursuit. Probably not that uncommon in the west but not something you see in central Kentucky every day. That guy was pretty good with a lasso.

And here the roar Carolyn and I heard a few times last September, we thought we'd finally just heard a vocalization that was common but we'd never heard... maybe it was more rare...

We've been in the group of cows and bulls like you mention an couple of times. Never a bull large enough to shoot, but that mattered not, it was just flat amazing. Told Carolyn, I suspect not that many have been in gropus like that. Dont' recall the actual numbers, but some cows and close to 10 bulls... one with nice long drop tine but only 40 inches or so...

I will share one on my cousin since he can't. He was welding in a torpedo tube not much bigger than him many years ago at the shipyard he worked at. A ball of weld went down his pants and landed on his private. It didn't take him long to get out of there.

Should have clarified - giving it - not taking it LOL.

When I was 14 I mowed a 26 year old lady's lawn that lived down the street. I mowed it all summer.

I did it a little different....... 5 times with the same honey!

killed 6 coyotes on one stand by myself, this past winter. Didn't even need an AR to do it.

Spent years working on, and many many hours riding in, and several hours actually piloting.... a blimp... all across America... even got to crash once in it!

Over penetrate something with the blimp?

Can I put in an honorable mention for my stepson ?

184mph on my old bike. State trooper shot him with the gun and let him off with a warning.

Lucky boy.

and even restarted a few right Timm

Funny about THAT is that blimps that fly around America pick up numerous bullet holes... the companies running them don't publicize it because they don't want to encourage it!

The crash I was in was sporty, but not such a big deal. The airship survived. It was pilot stupidity mostly. About a month later the airship crashed for real, 4th of July, NYC... early 90's, Google will find it... I would've been up in it that night (I built the console that controlled the fiber-optic "nightsign" banners on the blimp, so I was along to run it at night and then ground crew during the day, and to fix any issues that came up, which they did)...

I'll never forget the fear in the pilot's voices as they were calling in the imminent crash (we were in the support convoy headed to a rural airport outside NYC to get set up for mooring)... the low-pressure alarm beeping like crazy in the background... they both survived, thankfully.

Then I spent about a week in a hotel in Jersey as the FTSB guys sorted through the wreckage and the company figured out how to fly us all back home.

Good times! Wish I had more pics. Pre-cell phones of course and I was working like 80-100 hours a week so any spare time I had, I slept.

Had Mexican DEA land a Vietnam era Huey helicopter and four agents hold me and my hunter at gunpoint while guiding in Sonora.

Had Two pickups and a trailer confiscated in MX and had to walk back across the border while guiding in Sonora.

Seen a drug train of 7 mules and a US army reserve camp in the same field of view of my 15x swaros while guiding in Sonora

Ive seen 9 mountain lions in the wild without hounds

Seen a coyote circle a doe until she got disoriented and grabbed her by the nose. Grabbed my clients gun and shot him off the end of her nose.

Whipped the head off of a snake!

Scratched my balls.

My wife and I swam out to unknown fins breaking the surface in Hawaii. In hindsight, we just laugh... WTF were we thinking... turned out to be a herd (?) of huge manta rays. We got right in with them- within inches at times. Their wingspans were 6-8 feet or more. The POWER in their wings is astounding. It was like being among cows- you know they could stomp the [bleep] out of you if they wanted to, but they didn't want to... awesome experience.

Once the peeps on the beach saw us get not-eaten other folks swam out. Amazing experience.

Pocket Pool!

Only on cold mornings when both hands are in the pockets.

Too bad for you... It's kinda nice when your lady does it for you

I am married, never going to happen.

Have done that 3 times in my life, restarted a heart. 5 actually but EMS doesn't count em if they don't live for at least 30 days past... Have failed on LOTS more though.

In the early 80's I made a solo backpack hunt in Northern BC
It was an Early August hunt and I hunted for 2 weeks,walked off the Alaska Highway,saw lots of rams but not the Stone's sheep ram I was looking for. I had done many solo hunts previous to that for Bighorns in the southern part of the province,but not for 2 weeks.
I am 59 now and would love to return with a couple of horses and I just might this summer.It is a long drive with a stock trailer and the ponies from the USA border to just south of the Yukon. I would need to budget at least 3 weeks for this trip..3 days minimum each way...probably 4. The north country is very big and still quite wild-thankfully
..Tony

In the Northern Hemisphere we call those labia.

Someone mentioned Secret Service. One time I had a bunch of Secret Service guys hanging out in my closet. True story.

Tom

BangPop stops them and takes over for them for a living, gives the surgeon what he needs to work on them

I don't know if it qualifies as even almost... but,

Eldon Ray Cox stayed at my house for a couple of days back around 2000...

Who is Ray Cox???

He is one of the American tourists in Moscow that was approached by Colonel Oleg Penkovsky, 'The Spy Who Saved the World', and was asked to, and did, deliver info to the US Embassy in Moscow....

No bangpop etc... just blood sweat and tears so to speak.... Have not done a 3 hour stint though... have done 1.5 hours on compressions between 3 of us though...

That's just gay.

Lived,....... with a 20% chance for 2 more years.

A word of advice,.....don't go into debt because of what the doctor says. I ended up having to pay off a $10,000 Ducati 2 years after the doc said I'd be worm dinner.

Doc: You're chit is fugged.

Me: WOOT,...I'm goin' to the bank and then to the Ducati store!

4 years later the bank says: Givvit up!

A pre-op martini?

I gave Chuck Norris an inferiority complex by showing him this thread...

Survived a "widowmaker" heart attack at age 42.

When I was 17, I found a lost hunter in the woods after he had been dead for several days. He was about 4 miles from where his hunting buddies thought that he was and they had called off the search. I saw him while heading to my stand and when I came back after dark, I saw that he was still in the same place, so I went over to ask if he was OK. He wasn't OK and it scared the crap out of me when I shook his shoulder and then realized that he was dead when he tipped over. I walked out of the woods, went to the police station, and then went back into the woods with the F&G guys to recover the body. I neglected to call my parents from the police station to tell them where I'd be, so they were worried that I was lost in the woods and when I got home around 3AM they were both happy and pissed at the same time.

How did you do for the whole winter?



What's a stand?
What's an AR?

A few of those coyotes have funny looking tails..

Northern miner's cats.

Yeah, those things make some great chili.

Those kind with the funny tails are half price

Married a lady 52 years ago that was born the same month, day & year that I was. She is two hours older than me. Seems to cause confusion on insurance paperwork. GW

Yes were from Missouri and not cousins!

Twins?

I was in England to see England beat West Germany in the '66 World Cup, but everybody in England saw that.

Been so close to the Beatles in their "Fab Four" days I could hear Ringo drumming through a stage door.

Used to stand outside the rail station of weekends with a homemade cart offering to carry holiday maker's bags to their B&B but lots of Working Class lads did that.

Tore untold numbers of newspapers in half for my parent's fish and chip shop but every family with a fish and chip shop did that.

Found a greater yellowlegs once on Cape Cod grounded with a mussel shell clamp in its toe, I freed it and let it go and it flew and flew out of site to the far horizon.

Ran up a trail to within touching distance of a big black bear coming the other way in the Adirondacks once, surprised the heck out of both of us.

Lived in my car for three months in New Mexico, ain't a whole lot done that.

Lived in a small African village for three years, no electricity, no running water, no phone, mostly not even a radio, but bunch kazillions of African have done that.

Lived and worked through the aftermath of an African military coup, not many have done that. Sat around at got drunk with a bunch of soldiers sometime in the aftermath of said coup.

Driven a classic LandRover for a vaccination team, including past many roadblocks after the coup.

Been more'n twenty miles out to sea in a dugout canoe off the coast of West Africa, only time I've ever seen the Southern Cross.

Won a five mile cross country footrace in Africa, against Africans, who were trying to beat me.

Walked on foot across 70 miles of roadless bush, came to a town of 1,000 people hadn't seen a White man in five years.

Sat in a Lakota sweat lodge in the Black Hills and when it was my turn prayed in Twi (African tribal language), I believe I am probably the only White guy in history to ever do that.

Met a guy who had been raised by people who were at the Little Bighorn.

Sat around and drank tiswin with people who remembered other Apaches who had been rounded up and held at Fort Sill.

Been unable to leave a women's college dorm room, because of visitation rules, for more'n twelve hours.

Rode a motorcycle 2,000 miles in 48 hours.

Seen far more golden-cheeked warblers than most folks (I used to get paid to count 'em).

Been awarded $27,000 in grants to put up bird houses (long story).

Rode a bicycle 2,000 miles in 30 days.

Seen the Isle of Man TT.

Bicycled across England, Scotland, Ireland and part of France.

Taught in a big city high school for thirty years.

..and just the other day my male betta in the classroom fish tank died. A kid whips out his smart phone and conjures up "Amazing Grace" on bagpipes, other kids follow suit, an impromptu funeral procession forms up out to the garden to bury the fish, carcophony of bagpipes skirling. Hey, we should all get that good of a funeral

Funniest thing I've had in the classroom since maybe twenty years back Toby Rodriguez, sitting in the back, quietly made a giant sperm out of paper and suddenly stands up screaming, holds the sperm wriggling out front by the tail like a divining rod, and it "drags" him towards a pretty girl two rows over

Anyhoo.... that's where I'm at...

...hoping for more to come.

Come on man! Something the rest of us have not done.

We were all twenty something at one time.

Worked on a special KoO rifle built for General Chuck Yeager, circa 1989. A minor bit of stock work, IIRC I got to plane the butt and grip prior to another guy mounting the skeleton hardware. Don't recall if it was an 82 or 84.

It was about this time that the company called a meeting to announce they'd do "drug testing". I spoke up for the woodshop, "Will that be written or oral?" Got a laugh from one half and scowls from the other. Boss man just shook his head and said it'd be urine. LOL.

Certainly unusual: I brought my daughter's dog back to life through chest compressions after the dog got killed in a conibear trap.

No way I was going home and tell her her dog had died......

Not on purpose, of course.

Tough one. I've caught all five species of salmon on rod/reel in a day. That was cool.

That's better than the five chicks story, and no chance of offspring.

Backed up Sandy Nelson on stage one night.

The last fight I got into in HS was 2 on 12. We had 9 of them laid out and the last 3 ran away.

The best part? Hardly anyone believes it, but it is true. Tickles the heck out of me.

It was about 17 miles up Goodnews River, from the village. That is one heck of a fishing stream- 5 species of salmon, rainbows, dolly varden, grayling and assorted other dink/bait fish. Three of us were establishing a first ever ADF&G salmon counting station there that summer. I fished almost every day for several hours, usually catching several to many rainbow. The last day there I finally caught one under 14 inches (12), but that she-male "Jaws" was the biggest.

Even my 100 lb Lab learned to catch fish after a month of trying. He would sit on the 3 foot high bank below the tower, and watch into the water- also about 3 feet deep. He finally learned to correct for difraction, and to dive in on passing salmon with front legs outstretched. The fish would ride up his legs into his mouth. The day he tied into a 35 lb king I had to hold unto the tower rails to keep from falling out, I was laughing so hard. The fish got away, but it was a heck of a 30 second circus.. He got out, sneezed a few times, shook, and looked up at me with this chit-eating "WOW!" expression.

I had to tie him up after that when I was tower watch- wouldn't have looked good to the public... He only went fishing when I was tower watch.

Saved 3 kids from drowning at the same time.
Was part of a 4 man crew very hastily put together to search for a girl that was swept away in a remote mountain creek. We were too late.
Day hiked round trip, Mt McGregor in north central Washington state.
A brutal 6200 ft elevation gain in 8 miles, topping out at 8122 feet.
Been in excess of 180 mph on a motorcycle at night.
Went from 80mph to zero on a motorcycle in about 1 foot and lived to tell about it.

Saw 5 mountain lions nose to tail heading up a ridge.
Killed two bull caribou with one shot at 693 yds (not on purpose but I did have two tags).
Lived through two engine failures in helicopters.
Had a client "lose" his rifle off his shoulder in an Alaska alder patch (I went back and found it).
Watched my Dad shoot a 226" mule deer.
Married the girl I had a crush on in Kindergarten (we just had our 20 year anniversary).

Caught a greedy interior whitefish on a pixie that had the tail of a smaller whitefish sticking out of it's mouth.

Have seen pike grab ducklings off the surface of the river.


OT relative to the thread, just following las' lead.

Gaffed a largish lingcod gently in the mouth per my normal and saw something peculiar in the gullet... turned out to be the crossed wingtips of a gull.

Not gonna eat nuthin that would eat a gull!

been married to the same woman for 49 yrs.

Beat on a C-130 starter control valve while the pilot pressed the starter button. It was on my first cross country flight without an instructor. A prop turning that close gets your attention! Once the prop started turning I had the pilot stop start, closed the cowling, and got the stand out of the way. Luckily the engine started the next try and at the next stop.

Its more better when a woman does it. Try it. You'll like it.

You came home early?

In 1996, I ran in the Olympic Torche relay. Still have the torch ant outfit. Passed the flame on and it eventually got to Muhammed Ali.

You ever call her "old lady"?

95, and you?

My longest game shot to date is a caribou bull at 802 yards. I figured many had done similar. So its not really a big deal. 693 is out there too a bit!

Barrel-rolled a motorcycle after dropping the front wheel into a 45 degree railroad rail cut while starring at a pink, 3/4 life-size, plastic elephant that had just come into view around a curve.

5 time state champion in high school

Survived a direct hit by a tornado in 1987

Scored a double eagle in golf twice

Swam with a whale shark for an hour

Caught two bass on the same lure on the same cast, one on the front treble and one on the back

Jealous!

McGregor is a ba$tard. I packed a deer down over a vertical mile on the opposite side of the river...mostly on trail though.

I farted in the truck, the other two guys threw up. I barely got truck stopped and them out before they upchucked.

Banged 2 of my 1st wife sisters
at our wedding reception!

Well that explains the divorce!

Well, sure, but at the same time?

Been there, done that. USS Pintado in 1992. That was the forth time the Pintado surfaced at the North Pole, more times than any other submarine.

Here's to making the most of getting held back a grade!

You've just attained hero status to Kingston.

But those first 9 girls sure could take a punch.

Im not sure about you Texans, but everywhere else we like our women without balls.

I cut my ingrown toenails on my big toes out.... poured rubbing alcohol over them. Scrubbed with iodine wipes. Took a utility knife blade about 3/32 from the edge, cut to the pulp from tip to cuticle. Used the blade to lightly separate the exposed nail from the pulp. The used a pair of needlenose vise grip pliers and slowly but forcefully pulled out the ingrown nails... the nail had actually cupped under and there were little tentacle shaped roots that came out as well. I let them bleed for about five minutes. Then packed them with triple antibiotic soaked gauze... wrapped them with me gauze and ace bandage. Haven't had a problem since...

PAMac you are tough. Did you pour any alcohol in you for pain killer?

WyColoCowboy: I harvested an all time Boone and Crockett Record Book Mountain Goat!
I was assigned to follow the real "Ted Bundy" for a few nights when our department was tasked with following every "Ted" in our city that owned a tan VW bug (17 of these IIRC)!
Should have, "you know what'ed him" then - would have saved many innocent women's lives.
Got to meet and work with John Wayne on a movie then renewed acquaintance several more times years later.
Killed three Rock Chucks with one shot (25/06 Remington!).
Drove a Ford Pantera (fast!)!
Got to meet and guard President Ronald Reagan while he was re-campaigning in Seattle.
Caught a 72 pound King Salmon in salt water off of Afognak Island, Alaska.
Got to meet, at an early age, then fall and love with and marry my beloved wife (the VarmintWife) of 41 years now!
Got to save over 27 human lives (directly and single handedly) over the course of my 29 year law enforcement career.
Hold into the wind
VarmintGuy

Nope.... not a drop.... did take ibuprofen before and a few days later.... I just believe sometimes you gotta deal with a short burst of intense pain to get rid of persistent pain.... it hurt.... definitely did... but I had a goal to reach and a determined path to get there....



PAMac

Probably the best post here. Got my respect and admiration, VarmintGuy, along with everyone else here, I'm sure.

No doubt about it!! Good man

Good Gawd that sounds horrible. Got any video? Lol

tzone with the body slam!

Not that I didn't respect you before, just that having screwed around with pulling out ingrown toe nails I have found you at a new level of awe. I took the easy way and finally went to the Dr.s to get it pulled.

Had to land an F-4S at 190 knots when one of the nose tires blew up inside the wheel well and blasted everything in the top of the wheel well up into the flight controls right under the front seat. Did a control check and couldn't really control it below 190.

We diverted from overhead the Midway and landed at Iwakuni MCAS. Fortunately they had three sets of arresting gear because we were way too fast for the short-field gear. On touchdown put the drag chute out, crossed the short field gear, put the hook down and caught the mid-field gear. WHEW! Thank you Jesus! Talk about an adrenaline rush...I could barely stand up when I stepped off the ladder To top it off, I had a "nugget" RIO in back that basically went brain dead and didn't do $hit to help; couldn't get us on the right frequencies, etc.

In a Tomcat I got to fly wing on a Russian Bear Delta (TU-95) in the clouds for over two hours from 30,000' down to about 300' and back up to 30,000' up by the Arctic Circle while they were snooping around the battle group.

And humble. Don't think you could have made 27 saves without putting yourself on the line a few times, didn't mention it. Thanks for your service Sir.

Dumped live munitions in the Gulf from a tug with USAF markings..That's my story and I'm stickin to it..

Piloted B206 jetranger nosed over at max. knots, alt. one yard above a remote wilderness beach.
sure its been done before, but rarely if ever in the extreme remote area we was in.

another is putting one skid of H500E on a high cliff ledge and noting the drop through the glass below
the pedals. Some of the best experiences are just situational and don't involve drama or aerobatics.

Didn't know self surgery was noteworthy. Done the same thing with my ingrown toenails twice. It really isn't a big deal and beats the hell out of letting them go.

I was fishing a tournament with a guy back in the 90s. He caught a largemouth that had red eyes, black spots on it, black upper lip and a broke back. After weigh in we released it approximately 8 miles from where he caught it. Three days later I caught the same fish 3 miles from the release sight in the direction of the place he caught it. What are the odds?

Did it weigh more or less the second time?

Yep.

Yeah, I did a penis helicopter after that one.

You be de man. I had one in college and a best bud with a weak stomach. I had my high school shop class metal shop hammer with the wedge shaped end on one side. He was overjoyed when i had him lay that wedge across the base of the nail and whack the other and up end with the heel of a shoe. He hit a little too hard in his exuberance and busted completely through to the quick.

Blood started squirting a foot or two onto him and he started retching up lunch.

Man, it felt so good.

Not that brave, but often tell others that I married an older woman. That's risky enough. GW

Well, ive had a couple and cant quite figure that out, but in Texas, women dont have balls, but thats ok, y'all jes keep on scratchin yer own.

Re: women with balls. How could a mans mind ever go there?

Don't know what that means and please don't tell me.

That's a rare one for a white man.

I just PMed you a video.

I believe that is called the helicockter, get my buddy drunk and he will do it every time. His wife doesn't approve.

The quotes have quotes of quotes.
This thread is about dead

Naw, it's getting good now.

We got dick jokes.

Know what sound a helicockter makes?


Fapfapfapfapfap.......

While hunting coues whitetail along the AZ/MX border I couldn't get my truck to start after a week in my wall tent. I pulled both batteries out, hooked them up to a nearby solar panel for a stock tank and let them charge for a few hours. Started my truck and we drove home.

My buddy still call me MacGiver for that one!

On another occasion, I got 15 feral horses with one mag from a Glock 22. Damn I hate feral horses.

This sounds like sour grapes. Maybe Ironbender will forward you the video.

Next time, I'll be sure to loop you in from the beginning.

Ironbender is pleased to report that there is no video.

He wishes to add that there damn well better not be one either.

Lmao. Now Paul Harvey needs to tell the rest of the story

On a serious note


Some of you guys have done some incredible stuff

I've enjoyed reading about them



And you funny jabronis? I can always use a chuckle. Place wouldn't be the same without youse guys

I was the first one to reply to this thread.....and nobody can take that away from me....

I shot a trophy knat off a June bug at 1526 yards. True story!

Well, it dang sure wasn't my first girlfriend!

The looks I'm getting in the office are funny because I can't stop laughing.

I don't even want to know where you looked.

Oh come on. You know the suspense is killing you.

Not to unusual I guess, but damned if I understand that reply.
My comment only meant that when a thread go to all quotes it's about done.

I saw a young woman driving a car, she wasn't on a cell phone, not eating, and not putting on makeup.

No chit!

You don't see that often, I've seen s couple playing with their pussy while they were driving.

The value in a good tall truck!

Grabbed a half alive whitetail deer by the back leg while a whole alive 150lb blackie had ahold of his neck. With my compadreiae standing guard with a muzzleloader that we later found out was ....UNLOADED!!!

I also hated the large ammount of nose hair I was blessed with.... the stuff is harder to get rid of than wood vine..... so after many attempts at eradication.... my BBQ gave me an idea.... singe them off..... remembering the old Bic lighter palm trick.... or gas in the pocket then flick the lighter method... I remembered it was a fairly quick light painless burn....

So I preceded to seal off my nasal passage in the top of my mouth with my tounge... like when holding your breath under water..... then put the lighter up to my nostril and preceded to fill it up with butane..... after a short while it was time to flick the bic.....


Well.....

It felt like a mule kicked me in the back of the eyeballs.... approx. 10 inch blue flames come shooting out of my nostrils... then I lost my vision for a minute or so.... had the worse case of icecream headache I've ever had..... there were slight equilibrium issues for the next half hour as well....

I've come to terms and made peace with my nose hair since.... guess it was just me trying to halt adulthood when it was undoubtedly coming whether I liked it or not.....

LMAO.

72% of all really good stories contain the phrase “so then we got some gasoline”, but this is definitely one of the most unique variations on that theme I’ve ever read.

Holy Phugging Chitt! That's hilarious!

LMAO

Welcome back posting on the 24 hour campfire PAMac

Happened to me a while back, at a red light in my truck, looked over into the little car next to me, young woman was rowing the boat for all she was worth. Don't think she ever realized I saw her.

Thx.... I popped In a few times but been busy the last couple years.....

Time sure does fly..... that's for sure....


Glad to have a bit of free time to spend here...

Paul

This works great: https://www.amazon.com/Professional...mp;sr=1-2&keywords=nose+hair+trimmer

LMAO, I hope to GOD there is video of this somewhere......

That's so much better than......Hold my beer......

Pulled about 25 people out of the pool I worked at in high school as a lifeguard. Mostly kids, some adults. Place was nearly a waterpark in size, always packed. Mom of the first rescue cussed me up and down for pulling her kid out because "he can swim fine." I told her it wasn't normal to cough up water from the lungs while choking.

This is the funniest story I've read in along time.

I just read it again. I'm dying. I think I may have just shït myself a little. Gotta go check.

Bring a Bic for light.

PAMac, that made me laff so much I hurt.

Thanks?

Dan

PS: I volunteer to hold your beer next time.

Hahaha. He has done a first and last "only" thing.

Ha. Plain to see you were too smart to get suckered into voting fer Zer0.

This could be the winner

late to this thread, must admit I have not read all of the previous posts.

With too much beer, power tools, a 60s vintage pair of 210 cm head steel core skis and 2 pair of rental bindings a buddy of mine and I made a set of tandem skis in the early 80s. Skied the lone pine at MT Norquay and a bunch of runs at Westcastle (now Castle mtn)including some gates, all over Fortress Mtn. Lake Louise and Sunshine won't let us on the lifts. Great deal of fun. With well over 300 pounds on a set of torsionaly stiff skis you could carve on almost anything.

Donated bone marrow to some dude in Hamilton Ont in 1989. We were the same age with the same number of kids. Last I heard he was doing fine. First unrelated bone marrow donor out of Calgary.

Passed a motor vehicle on a pedal bike (old nasty beat up half ton) on the coastal highway in southern Oregon (going down hill of course)

A good weekend to ya'll.

GRF

Oh right..

Step 1. fill orifice with butane.

Step 2. ...

Had a grand mal seizure during a PA flight out of NAS Milton, 8000 ft, 180 knots, in the middle of a split-S maneuver over Foley, AL, in a T34C. Remember very little of that day. Had an IP behind me since I had not done the maneuver, although I had solo'd. . God bless Navy Lt. Jargowski, or I would have been a smoking hole in Foley. Eventually, after 6 months or so, designated a "single seizure."

Col "Bull" Bland, at my review board, said he'd get me whatever MOS I wanted. Picked Signals Intel, and damn if he didn't make it happen. Amazing what full bird Marine Colonel can accomplish.

Obviously, nothing special on my part. Blessed to be here, and blessed to have been given the opportunities.

Rolling along an old field road on big ranch, my hunting partner spotted a rooster pheasant run into a small field of asparagus. He jumped out to see if he could push the pheasant to the end of the field, a couple hundred yards, to get a shot. He did, and was returning with the pheasant when I felt the overpowering build up of gas and knew it wasn't going to stay contained. I figured the stench would be gone by the time he got to truck so I let fly.

It was beyond horrible. It rolled around the cab of the truck in a green fog and displaced every molecule of oxygen. My own nose hairs curled and eyes watered, the vinyl on the dash wrinkled and the glass glazed over. It had just reached its full potency when he swung the door open and leaned into the truck. His reaction was immediate. He spun away from the truck and started puking.

I don't know how many guys have ever made their hunting partner puke from a fart but it was one of my proudest moments.

I once sat on top of a phone pole and pushed a strand of open wire to the outside pin on a crossarm, with my feet. It was the outside pin on a slight curve and the only way I could think to do it by myself. My supervisor drove up just in time to watch me do it. He said to go ahead and tie it off and come on down, we had some talking to do. Boy, that was a long time ago.

I married the first woman I fell in love with and the only woman I've ever had sex with. That was 36 years ago. Our marriage still seems to be working.

If I remember correctly, as an instructor pilot, I flew with an Ensign Jargowski that came through NAS Meridian and probably got his wings around the '78-'79 time frame. Same guy?

You shouldn't wonder why you've been expelled to AK.

That is a true statement.... wisdom, eventhough not present at the time.... allowed that moment no desire to live again....

I had to get a new ID for this one, as I don't want to tarnish my reputation. Haha. About 35 years ago I was very much into horses. I rode all the time, trail, shows, and even a few rodeos. I wasn't especially a talented horseman, but I had the best little horse in my part of the country, and she took care of me. One night a buddy and myself had been to a team roping in Paris, TN. Some of the other guys there suggested that we stop in at Hank's Place on our way back home. Hank's Place was a nightspot in Paris opened up by Hank Williams Jr., who was a nearby resident. We had just pulled our truck and horse trailer into the parking lot and got out, when 2 girls got came running towards us. One of them, a very hot little blonde, said "hot damn, I see the closet thing I've seen of a cowboy since I left Oklahoma". I didn't really consider myself to be a cowboy, but I guess I was dressed the part, in boots and jeans. We introduced ourselves, and turns out she was a 19 year old aspiring country singer, who was doing a gig there at Hank's, as well as also In Nashville, when she could find one. We went in, had a few drinks and dances, and she and I really hit it off. She said let's go out and ride your horse, but when we got outside in my truck, we did another kind of riding, if you catch my drift. Very good "riding" too, as she was a very enthusiastic rider. Well, I went to see her in Paris again a few weeks later, and afterwards found it hard to want to leave. Some time after that, I took my horses and met her at the nearby Land Between the Lakes and spent the day riding. Yes, actually horseback riding this time, plus a couple of other sessions of that other kind of "riding" that she was so good at. Now, she was starting to get to me, and I was so tore up about it that I couldn't eat or sleep. You see, I was married and 12 years older than she was, and I was beginning to feel very bad about what I was doing. She was pretty much a free spirit, getting by mostly on what her folks back home were sending her, as her singing gigs didn't pay much. I realized that all we really had in common was the sex we were having, and that to take things any further would be a huge mistake on my part, and probably cost me everything I was working to accomplish. So, I just walked away, and never contacted or saw her again, got my life back together, and am still married to the same woman. But, about 3 or 4 years afterwards, I'm watching TV one night and they're talking about the Country Music Association awards, and interviewing the different stars. Then I saw "her", one of the nominees for newest star, or something of the sort. She had changed her last name, but still looked very pretty, and turns out I'd been hearing her hit song on the radio and just didn't know who it was. Okay, to wind this up, she had a very nice career as a country singer, had several hit songs, and for several years was in the country music news quite a bit. I thought once or twice about trying to contact her, but thought it was better to let a sleeping dog lie. Anyway, I'm sure she didn't want to see me after the way I dumped her, and besides, she was married by that time. True story.

Please don't tell us about butt hair removal!!

Better to let that dead "horse" lay....;)

That you, Deflave????

Haha, that's an insult. That peterhead wouldn't know one end of a horse from the other.

Going down Cuesta grade, I exceeded the national maximum speed limit back around '83 or so.

On a bicycle.

Made a totally unassisted triple play. (though the hit and run on did help)

Helluva thing there. You obviously made the better decision, but for some folks memories like that can still be painful.

The details quite different, but i got myself into a similar predicament with an absolutely stunning 21-year-old Bolivian lass. She was an only daughter who lived with her Bolivian Mom and simply could not relocate to where my home base was and i couldn't relocate to where she was.

This was nigh on 24 years ago, but i wonder about her all occasionally all the same.

Done that. Thought I had a muskrat on.

YGBSM. What are you drinking? Yer gitten yer horses and sheep mixed up in yer thinkin.

Done that as well. My son once had a bass break off and make off with a purple spinner bait. A few days later, I was back and noticed some sort of flash going back and forth in the water along the bank. Cast to it and caught the culprit and retrieved the spinner bait. Brought it home and hung it from curtain rod in son's room.

Let me guess....bases loaded, you were playing 3rd. hot liner to you, 1. stepped on bag, runner who was moving from 3rd to home is out, 2. then?? runner from second to you, you ran him down? for 3.

Landed a back flip on a wakeboard. I was 53 at the time.

In 1988, The US Olympic Committee rated me the #1 amateur bowler in California. Unfortunately, my boss wouldn't give me the time off work to go to the finals in Salt Lake City.

Wow, it had to be, this was in 1983.

I built block buildings for mad scientist labs in an abandoned gold mine 4950' underground -- one of those scientists won a Nobel prize for catching neutrinos.

here Him

Mach 2?

Not many here who've been Smokejumpers in the Ford Tri-motor and DC-3 (piston) days. I have.

People who cheat on their spouses are among the lowest form of dogmeat in the world, in my opinion.





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It weighed more when I caught it...

While I'm not condoning cheating on your spouse, the OP says he realized his mistake and corrected it. It is not up to man to pass judgement. That's up the Almighty.

Analyze it any way you want, but this is 2 kinds of stupid. Doing it in the first place, then telling everyone about it afterwards.

He's bragging about it. "Very good riding" sure doesn't sound like remorse. He should be ashamed instead of wistful.

And yes, I have my failings, and God knows I have holes in me. Betrayal ain't one of them. And I'm sure as hell not going to brag about them on the internet.




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I relish those occasions where a holier-than-thou bible thumping type rushes to cast judgement.

To what end do you cast stones Pharmseller? Why did you choose to callout HonestJohn in judgment?

Nope but I've done 500 kts 200' below sea level but I'm guessing many have that did what we did.

Where was this? 200' below sea level!

Now THAT's funny!

IMO you win this thread contest, hands down.

For me it's judgemental parsimonious arseholes.....

I hate people that judge people for hating people for judging people.

I think that's intolerant!

I had to draw a diagram and conclude this a strawman.

Share a birthday with the original BTE.

Knew a man who shot down two Zeroes as a tail gunner in a B-24 (my 2nd grade teacher and a family friend).

Survived a lightning strike (I don't recommend it...)

(The lightning strike...not the surviving!)

Lots of us would jump right on some piece of shiet that refused to pay for work done, or welshed on a bet, or let any othe debt go unpaid.

Personally those commitments pale in comparison to my marriage vows. YMMV
And, no, I don't thump on no Bible!

I call it like I see it.



There's a difference between this...




And this...




Your tact is noted and speaks to your character.

Because I find what he did to be reprehensible. I've done things that I'm not proud of, and I regret them. I sure as heck wouldn't show off to a bunch of guys I don't know by recounting a story detailing the betrayal of my wedding vows.

Judgmental? This is social media. People post opinions. If commenting on a crappy story makes me judgmental then yeah, maybe I am. If some guy brags about gut shooting deer and leaving them lay, would you call him out? If so, you're judgmental too.





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Integrity is integrity, whether it's a promise to pay or a promise of fidelity. I fail to note the distinction.





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I'm withholding judgement until I see some pictures.

Pharmseller, to go on ad nausem about Jesus, the Scriptures, and what it means to be a good Christian/human being, then call out another in judgment is hypocritical.

Survived a train WRECK.

Not going to categorize any of these as 'things that only I've done', but here are a couple of my humble submissions:

Wrecked on a '85 GPZ 900 R doing 85+. FD and EMTs found me bent in half, backwards, under a Chrysler. I'd laid the bike down when I saw that the kids exiting the Catholic school crossing the street just after the hard left I was coming into on one knee. Hit a parked car and as the bike literally exploded into about 5 large pieces I was smashed into the vehicle I'd hit and subsequently thrown head over heels more than a hundred feet, only to smash land under the Chrysler. My mom heard the impact more than half a mile away. The rescue boys, God bless 'em, hearing my moans, found me and picked up the car, scraped me into a meat wagon and got me headed to the nearest--and luckily for me a world class-- trauma center that was less than 5 minutes away. I was clinically dead for the ride; no respiration, no pulse for several minutes. Sorry religious guys, no old bearded fella or inviting white light seen. 17 hours of surgery followed.They told my folks that if they were religious people to go ahead and call a priest. Pulverized my right lung, which was mush and had to be removed. Other lung collapsed and was kept alive via life support; suffered severe internal abdominal and thoracic injuries and more than ten bone fractures. After 4 weeks in ICU and some rehab I walked out of there. Had to return for emergency follow up abdominal surgery twice after that. I was 16 at the time.

Hang-dropped from a gable's apex on one rooftop to another rooftop four stories below evading the constabulary. Four of my cohorts refused and were taken in. Fall was between 40 and 45 feet. Not a scratch. Thank you judo rolling.

Came out essentially unscathed after getting into it with 5 Japanese Yakuza underlings, twice. Once in an insanely busy intersection in Shibuya in Tokyo at around midnight and other was on a subway platform at Roppongi station.Detained both times and taken into Tokyo main for questioning, once after four hours at the ER first, and with the help of video and my beloved Japanese wife, was turned loose after 8 and 10 hours free as a bird. Out of the ten I got down with, 4 went to the ER, three were hauled off unconscious by friends and 3 were ultimately hauled off along with yours truly and brought in looking worse than from their prior dealings with me. Not in handcuffs but trussed up with thick *rope* tied in such a way where the steps they took could only be an inch at a time, as any longer a step would tighten the rope rigged under their crotch, pinning back their arms at the biceps and they around their necks, looking like very unhappy Christmas geese.

I stabbed to death a wounded sika stag on a jagged, snow covered mountain side after my falling down the ridge and landing on top of him as he laid up, very much alive and very much upset. He horned me in the thigh just after impact and I was so afraid he was going to gore me to pieces I grabbed him in a headlock and began driving my knife into his neck. This in snowshoes, no firearm with 30 foot snow drifts on a mob-owned horse farm in Hokkaido, Japan.
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I've weathered a typhoon in a vessel 100 NM east of Honshu on our way to Miyake-Jima off the coast of Japan.

I've drank some kind of crazy bush beer with the Masai in Kenya in one of their dung and straw huts after trading an empty plastic 35mm film canister with one of the headmen. We were both happy with the trade and he promptly fitted the thing into his gaping ear lobe hole.

I've gone to war with the staff at a place on the Serengeti against a determined and dangerous troupe of baboons as they laid siege to the buffet after scaling the walls surrounding the camp. About 40 of the other guests ran like their hair was ablaze. My brother and I started giggling as we fired every piece of silverware and china we could find at their heads.

I've broken out of a holding cell and *almost* slipped away into the night by smashing the door down at the station after two straight hours of working at it.

Saved an old guy's life after watching him pitch head first down a flight of stairs and braining himself and falling into a snow bank completely out of sight of anyone else.

Caught a ~160 pound Goliath grouper by hand. Never try this, BTW. My hands were hamburgered in the process.

Caught a ~750 lb, 10.5' shortfin mako that puked up a pelican when he was being winched out of the water at the dock tail first.

My brother and I were fooling around using a large log we found floating in with the tide off of Stinson beach in Nor Cal one summer. Saw a bunch of commotion just down the beach and decided to head in, as we were getting a bit too far out. Turns out all the hullaballoo was for a fellow human bean that was attacked by a great white shark a few hundred yards away from us.

There are lots more, but that's my little submission.

I think you have me confused with someone else.





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If that's the case, then I apologize.


Added:

I think you're right, I'm an ass.

No worries.





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Yes, you are. I'm the guy who has been trying to show you the proper path to follow, you donkey. Now GO TO SLEEP already, and dream about squid or something...

I haven't read 18 pages of notes...yet. But I will.

Having said that, things I have done that most haven't?

1. Motorcycles: Dragged a knee at racetracks on my motorcycle. Rode my motorcycle 2,450 miles from Huntington Beach CA to Jacksonville Beach Florida...in 44 hours, 41 minutes. Have done 10+ 1,000 mile days.... Rode to Prudhoe Bay, lapped the Maritimes including Labrador and Newfoundland.

2. Hunted. We could stop there and call it a day with where I live. I digress. Alaska three times, Africa twice. Texas forever it seems...but 10 years.

3. Married once. And while I'm still a pup by some circles, they have been a blessed 13 years.

But most of all, and I share this alone...and with each of you:

I was born once, unique, and my own. Pretty sure not one of you is me!

It's a pleasure to be on this board. Peace.

Visual Military Training route (VR) that ends at the Salton Sea in SoCal. You have to go considerably below route structure to see -200 on the altimeter but it can be done when you're young and immortal (and dumb) and think stuff like that is fun.

It took a while, but I went and read all the posts on this thread. A number of posters bragged about their sexual exploits, but HonestJohn was the only one to give a detailed report on his, and admit that he was married when he did it. I call myself a Christian, and will be the first one to tell you that I have to work very hard at being one, and still feel that I come up short a lot. I don't condone one cheating on one's spouse, partly from a trust issue, and partly from the fact that it goes against God's law. But I also believe that we can be forgiven of our sins, and it seems to me that John had realized his mistake and hopefully has repented his sins. As far his giving us a more detailed description of his experience than the others, I rather enjoyed the story, even if I didn't agree with what he was doing.....providing he actually did it, and didn't just dream it up.

I have roped steers , bareback..in a pinch and remuda(broke) horses too. Steers are a problem unless you can throw your coils to a nearby rider or jump off and tie to a handy tree. Many have done this but I thought it was worth mentioning. To old these days for these athletics.Cheers

HOLY CRAP! With kamo Gari's stories and the devout christian adulterers I am thinking I picked one hell of a day to quit taking acid.

This is w/out doubt the world's best website.


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I have survived a pancoast tumor for almost 6 years. I saw a hen woodcock fly off carrying her young chick. She flew a few yards and set it down. Then she came back and did the same thing with another chick.

I think I've done something not yet listed in this thread.

I've survived being struck by lightning (already listed).

But have any of you ever been bitten by a whitetail buck? I have. Ground blind. He walked up and stuck his head in the window. My left hand was resting on the bottom edge of the window. I diverted my attention to my right, preparing to reach slowly for my bow. The sucker chose that moment to bite the hell out of my left index finger. I was obviously not expecting that and in a raised voice said "Godamighty!", wringing my hand. He naturally turned inside out getting out of there. Dang thing hurt...

It's only just begun!

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/2017/05/deer-eating-human-forensics-decomposition/

Back when flying charter had 'Slammin' Sam Snead as my only passenger..............

Bit by copperhead twice! Sucked

Go ahead and laugh...he was a man eater I tell ya!

ha.

I'm not a golfer but that's KOOL beans.


Jerry

I stood less than 2 feet from a female grizzly with 2 cubs, with no rifle and just an Old Timer pocket knife in my pocket for self defense and got away without a scratch.

Survived a creek ride on my old Suzuki 4 wheeler, twice, while riding up the Ferry Trail. The 2nd time it flipped over with me under it and it snapped the stock on my rifle at the grip. I managed to get out from under it and pulled it back on shore into the trees. Next morning my pard and I were camped 100 yards from the creek, walked down to retrieve my machine and 3 hunters on wheelers had pulled it across for me. One had a huge caribou bull skull w/antlers strapped on his meat trailer, I asked him where he got it and he told me he found it 5 feet from my machine, buried under a mound of dirt, leaves, and bear scat. It was so dark the night before I had no idea that caribou was buried there.

Lost my wedding ring in the Copper River while dipping for reds, good thing I had caught my limit of 25, otherwise the pain from losing that ring would have been unbearable.

Ate dog at a party in the Philippines and had no idea it was dog until one of the party hosts brought out the skull afterwards. It was good but I'll never eat it again if I can help it.

Came face to face with a huge banana spider while golfing on Okinawa. It had a web stretched out between 2 palm trees and I almost walked right into it trying to find a lost golf ball.

In high school I got so nervous/amped for swimming anchor on a 200 yard medley relay I left my goggles on my forehead (forgot to put them over my eyes). Didn't notice until after the exchange and I was in the water and opened my eyes. Got another adrenaline boost from that realization and somehow managed to nail the flip turn and despite running into the lane line when I came up on the second lap, managed to touch out Guilford's guy, we won the relay and proceeded to the state meet. I'll never forget opening my eyes underwater and wondering WTF happened. No one knew/noticed anything until I told them afterward.

I'm far more bothered by the lack of paragraph breaks.

Great story Honest John.... I enjoyed the read....I do not judge people like some of the Hypocrites on here.....How about You give us Her First Name or a Something? So we can get the whole picture!!!!!!!!!

Back in the 1940s when I was a kid delivering newspapers in Toledo, Ohio, one person on my route was Gene Sarazen's daughter. He seemed to be around often and many times paid me for the papers.

At that time, I knew next to nothing about golf except that Frank Stranahan, who never turned pro since his family was wealthy from owning Champion Spark Plug, lived a few doors away in a more upscale neighborhood, whereas we lived close to the university where my Dad worked. As a teacher, he had no interest in golf.

Possibly for that reason, we never paid attention to the fact that the golf pro at Inverness, a short distance away, was Byron Nelson in those days. Man, the lessons we could have had!

The First Punic War (264 to 241 BC) was the first of three wars fought between Ancient Carthage and the Roman Republic. For more than 20 years,
the two powers struggled for supremacy, primarily on the Mediterranean island of Sicily and its surrounding waters, and also in North Africa. The war
signaled the beginning of a strategic transformation in the western Mediterranean. Carthage began the war as the great sea-power of the western
Mediterranean, while Rome had but a small fleet of fighting ships.[2] Over the course of the war, Rome built up a powerful navy, developed new naval
tactics, and strategically used their navy, army, and local political alliances on Sicily in order to achieve a victory that expelled the Carthaginians from
Sicily. The First Punic War ended with a treaty between Rome and Carthage, but years of bloodshed were to follow in the Second and Third Punic
Wars before the strategic issue of power in the western Mediterranean was resolved in favor of Rome, and in the total destruction of Carthage.



Back in the early 1980s I was flying co-pilot with my HMM-264 Black Knights Squadron CO Lieutenant Colonel William A. Beebe II., a Vietnam War recipient of the Silver Star (with Valor) and the Distinguished Flying Cross. He also happened to be a Roman History buff. We were getting ready to do some amphibious landing training with the Tunisian Army and were out flying a reconnoiter mission over the coast of Tunisia. It was at this time that the skipper started talking about the history of the Punic War and the Roman battles against the Carthaginians. As we were flying low over the landscape he started pointing out a battle field below us, and informed the crew we were going to land and take a look around. Before you knew it, we landed in the middle of nowhere in the desert of Tunisia, shutdown, and as we climbed out of the aircraft, Col Beebe grabbed his coin detector. We wandered around the site for about and hour and he found several Roman coins, WW2 rifle shell casing and other paraphernalia. Very Cool! How many other people have ever done that?

Thats pretty damn cool.

Planned and synchronized Theater-level sustainment operations in the CENTCOM AOR.

Pretty amazing thread.



Most unique thing I've done in my mostly run of the mill life was wrestle with an injured doe at 14. Had her out of the woods still alive 2 hours later. Bruised up, exhausted and feeling pretty rotten about the whole experience.

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i can use my tongues to touch my nose.

Re tasked a DOD satellite to get some imagery that we needed ASAP. Lots of hoops to jump through to make that happen. Before we had drones.

I saw a doe tree a bobcat. Easter Sierra just outside Mammoth Lakes, CA. We were driving to an area we wanted to hunt, saw about 4 does and a couple fawns. 100 yards past we see what looks like a solo doe spinning around or something then bolts out of the brush hot on the tail of a bobcat. The bobcat is heading for the nearest tree. They ran behind us about 20 feet off my rear bumper crossed the road and the bobcat goes up the tree. She circles the tree stamping her hooves looking up in the tree then her fawn runs up to her, she runs her fawn off and goes back to circling the tree. We watched for a couple minutes then drove away.

Drove a semi with 44'long 13'high van over Logan pass in GNP. Got a ticket, but I made it. Late '70's.

Thirty seven years ago today, Mount St Helens dropped a whole lot of crap on my head. The fear and uncertainty of that day has never been seen since.

Caught a deer, with my bare hands and carried it home.