in my trade as a pole climber/ power lineman its was always cold beer here in Minnesota. in the older times, when i first started climbing 45 years ago cold beer was always around after 3pm . heck even the supervisor would have a cold case ready on Friday P.M. when we got in, then it was head to the local bar for one or 20 and the old saying was there is a pork chop in every beer.
When I was a teen, I worked at a livestock sale barn. The guys in the hog barn would go across the tracks mid to late morning and buy a couple cases of beer. And they started on that right away. Non-stop all day long.
For me it's iced tea.....pretty good stuff.
Never have liked beer, started late in life occasionally putting whiskey in a coke. Mostly I drink water.
Kent
I never liked beer. Drink one, piss four, can't possibly drink enough of it to get a good buzz. A good drink for ladies if they can stand the taste.
looks like you guys missed a lot of fun and h-ll raised ?
In the dim dark past, before the Air Force went PC, it wasn't the beverage, but the place. Every Friday evening, it was nearly mandatory to go to the Stag Bar, which was a males-only section of the Officers' Club. On many bases, that worked out to be the Pilots' Pit. It was raucous, crude, featured broken furniture from horseplay, and smelled of randy goats due to the elbow-to-elbow sea of sweaty flight suits. Any and all varieties of alcohol flowed like Niagara. Every left hand held a drink, and every right hand mimicked some impossible aircraft maneuver of the past week - "There I was, when suddenly..."
Gone. All gone. First, it was a quiet disapproval of drunken rowdiness, then an overt recommendation/near order to avoid drinking. That closed the Stag Bars, and that in turn bankrupted Officers' Clubs everywhere. Today's Air Force might as well be Baptist or Mormon. No drinking, no carousing, no horseplay, no bars.
For the Dock builders it was beer for sure,always a cooler around.just make sure you gave the foreman some $ for your share.
For me it's iced tea.....pretty good stuff.
Me too. I dont drink alcohol. I drink iced tea almost every afternoon.
In the dim dark past, before the Air Force went PC, it wasn't the beverage, but the place. Every Friday evening, it was nearly mandatory to go to the Stag Bar, which was a males-only section of the Officers' Club. On many bases, that worked out to be the Pilots' Pit. It was raucous, crude, featured broken furniture from horseplay, and smelled of randy goats due to the elbow-to-elbow sea of sweaty flight suits. Any and all varieties of alcohol flowed like Niagara. Every left hand held a drink, and every right hand mimicked some impossible aircraft maneuver of the past week - "There I was, when suddenly..."
Gone. All gone. First, it was a quiet disapproval of drunken rowdiness, then an overt recommendation/near order to avoid drinking. That closed the Stag Bars, and that in turn bankrupted Officers' Clubs everywhere. Today's Air Force might as well be Baptist or Mormon. No drinking, no carousing, no horseplay, no bars.
ya our watering hole went to h-ll too ,maybe for the best ? but did we have fun,sounds like you did too. i went on a ice fishin trip this winter and we went to the bar every nite for evening meal around 9 pm after about 4hrs. of beer and a couple of shots. this bar. these locals in this bar by the lake were just as fun as the old days in my old watering hole was,with lots of stories ! these guys all vote RED,shoot guns,hunt,fish, tell nasty jokes too and ya some naughty ladies in there too if you wanna take a chance ? myself i just bellied up to the bar enjoyed the stories with a cold Busch lite & couple shots of Jack!
In the dim dark past, before the Air Force went PC, it wasn't the beverage, but the place. Every Friday evening, it was nearly mandatory to go to the Stag Bar, which was a males-only section of the Officers' Club. On many bases, that worked out to be the Pilots' Pit. It was raucous, crude, featured broken furniture from horseplay, and smelled of randy goats due to the elbow-to-elbow sea of sweaty flight suits. Any and all varieties of alcohol flowed like Niagara. Every left hand held a drink, and every right hand mimicked some impossible aircraft maneuver of the past week - "There I was, when suddenly..."
Gone. All gone. First, it was a quiet disapproval of drunken rowdiness, then an overt recommendation/near order to avoid drinking. That closed the Stag Bars, and that in turn bankrupted Officers' Clubs everywhere. Today's Air Force might as well be Baptist or Mormon. No drinking, no carousing, no horseplay, no bars.
even 35 years ago the O club was crap. the NCO club was better food and an ok time. the airmens club was where the fun happened on base. no O's, just us enlisted peons
looks like you guys missed a lot of fun and h-ll raised ?
just because one doesn't drink doesn't mean they can't have as much fun as the next folks... if you need alcohol that in itself is a problem.
I've had as much fun with and without...
looks like you guys missed a lot of fun and h-ll raised ?
just because one doesn't drink doesn't mean they can't have as much fun as the next folks... if you need alcohol that in itself is a problem.
I've had as much fun with and without...
> always one stick in the mud ,but we could use someone like you to drive us back home ? GRIN
looks like you guys missed a lot of fun and h-ll raised ?
just because one doesn't drink doesn't mean they can't have as much fun as the next folks... if you need alcohol that in itself is a problem.
I've had as much fun with and without...
I was a designated driver at a large party once. I drank water while they drank alcohol. I guarantee you that I didn’t have as much fun as they did.
a dear friend said this : if i feel good when i get up in the mourning and inside of my mouth doesn`t taste like crap, i must not have had much fun last night.
Depended upon the company but mostly beer.
It is WI, the Brandy Old Fashioned is pretty popular as well.
I work in transportation.
In the ‘70’s and early ‘80’s, the O-clubs at NAS Oceana and NAS Miramar each had a “flight suit bar” and would have strippers on Friday nights. Most squadrons would have a good representation. It wasn’t “mandatory” but most everybody would show up for at least a while.
Stripper night would come and go depending on who the base CO was. I know one occasion where the wife of the base CO wanted to know what all the noise coming from the back bar was all about. She stuck her head in, saw what was going on and that was the end of that....at least for a while😁
Then, the “Tailhook” debacle ended it for good. As Dean Wormer said, “No more fun of any kind!” 🤬
i live in the country but 6 miles north of me in a little town with a gas station and 2 bars one bar is a stripper`s bar ,all my neighbors have a few beers there,matter fact about once a year i have a beer or 2 there. all`s i can say these girls are sure kind fun to only talk too . GRIN
In the dim dark past, before the Air Force went PC, it wasn't the beverage, but the place. Every Friday evening, it was nearly mandatory to go to the Stag Bar, which was a males-only section of the Officers' Club. On many bases, that worked out to be the Pilots' Pit. It was raucous, crude, featured broken furniture from horseplay, and smelled of randy goats due to the elbow-to-elbow sea of sweaty flight suits. Any and all varieties of alcohol flowed like Niagara. Every left hand held a drink, and every right hand mimicked some impossible aircraft maneuver of the past week - "There I was, when suddenly..."
Gone. All gone. First, it was a quiet disapproval of drunken rowdiness, then an overt recommendation/near order to avoid drinking. That closed the Stag Bars, and that in turn bankrupted Officers' Clubs everywhere. Today's Air Force might as well be Baptist or Mormon. No drinking, no carousing, no horseplay, no bars.
If you read about WW1 and WW2 fliers, many of them went on combat missions well hung over or even drunk.
Plumbers-pipe fitters drink beer.
in the days of my younger years we used to call Whiskey TARZAN juice.
Lipton Black Tea, iced, unsweet
choir practice at a local park after night watch, beer was our drink of choice
As an industrial electrician it was boilermakers..
Rocky, the O club stag bar at Korat always got interesting when the Wild Weasels landed. Party time! On one memorable occasion they declared it to be "Weasels Only" night- - - -and used a 6 foot tall potted palm tree to sweep everybody else out the door! Of course, a guy had to be certifiably nuts to strap a blowtorch onto his butt (2-man F105) and play bumper tag with surface-to-air missiles! Us poor NCO's didn't have nearly that much fun- - - -on of off the ground!
Jerry
i had to quit the moonshine wife said i was a butthead when i drank shine and Whiskey,mainly because i forgot i was married . NASTY GRIN
In the dim dark past, before the Air Force went PC, it wasn't the beverage, but the place. Every Friday evening, it was nearly mandatory to go to the Stag Bar, which was a males-only section of the Officers' Club. On many bases, that worked out to be the Pilots' Pit. It was raucous, crude, featured broken furniture from horseplay, and smelled of randy goats due to the elbow-to-elbow sea of sweaty flight suits. Any and all varieties of alcohol flowed like Niagara. Every left hand held a drink, and every right hand mimicked some impossible aircraft maneuver of the past week - "There I was, when suddenly..."
Gone. All gone. First, it was a quiet disapproval of drunken rowdiness, then an overt recommendation/near order to avoid drinking. That closed the Stag Bars, and that in turn bankrupted Officers' Clubs everywhere. Today's Air Force might as well be Baptist or Mormon. No drinking, no carousing, no horseplay, no bars.
Then, the “Tailhook” debacle ended it for good. As Dean Wormer said, “No more fun of any kind!” 🤬
Yup, unfortunately it was the Navy and Marine Corps that ruined the O Clubs for all the services. I was just starting flight school when tailhook happened and changed everything. By 1994 we were being "strongly encouraged" to patronize the clubs because they were failing. We junior guys would show up for the mandatory fun hour, have one beer and make sure we were seen, then beat feet out the door at the first opportunity. Nobody with half a brain would let loose in that environment any more, one wrong move after a few beers could be a career ender. The witch hunt that followed tailhook destroyed a culture.
Gone. All gone. First, it was a quiet disapproval of drunken rowdiness, then an overt recommendation/near order to avoid drinking. That closed the Stag Bars, and that in turn bankrupted Officers' Clubs everywhere. Today's Air Force might as well be Baptist or Mormon. No drinking, no carousing, no horseplay, no bars. [/quote]
Then, the “Tailhook” debacle ended it for good. As Dean Wormer said, “No more fun of any kind!” 🤬
Yup, unfortunately it was the Navy and Marine Corps that ruined the O Clubs for all the services. I was just starting flight school when tailhook happened and changed everything. By 1994 we were being "strongly encouraged" to patronize the clubs because they were failing. We junior guys would show up for the mandatory fun hour, have one beer and make sure we were seen, then beat feet out the door at the first opportunity. Nobody with half a brain would let loose in that environment any more, one wrong move after a few beers could be a career ender. The witch hunt that followed tailhook destroyed a culture.
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yep our watering hole after a day of climbing poles all day,management figured out a way to get rid of that bar too. also started hiring different type of people for line work and these boys were not that good of workers and kind of lazy. one foreman said this i would rather hire a guy who drinks alot,his reason he would always show up for work,because he needed money for more Whiskey.
Yup, unfortunately it was the Navy and Marine Corps that ruined the O Clubs for all the services. I was just starting flight school when tailhook happened and changed everything. By 1994 we were being "strongly encouraged" to patronize the clubs because they were failing. We junior guys would show up for the mandatory fun hour, have one beer and make sure we were seen, then beat feet out the door at the first opportunity. Nobody with half a brain would let loose in that environment any more, one wrong move after a few beers could be a career ender. The witch hunt that followed tailhook destroyed a culture.
Pretty much. Tailhook 91 was a hell of a good time and it came right after we had returned from our first combat cruise. We had stuck our nose into the largest array of SAMS since North VN and come away ahead. Even when they had told us plan on losing 50% of the Prowlers on the first night we all wanted to fly the first strike. We were damn proud and more than a little cocky that not only did we get home but every airplane we escorted did too. Tailhook was a place to revel in that greatness, reconnect with flight school classmates, Air wing buddies and the great community that was Carrier Naval Air Aviation.
There were no doubt some things that were improper but the VAST majority of us didn't see anything or do anything wrong but it was just the ammo that the socialist representative Pat Schroeder from Colorado and her DACOWITS "cultural warriors" (and that is where this all started) needed to slap every vestige of the services esprit de corp down and open the way for today's PC armed services. The women they cultivated into being first into operational aviation were pretty evenly split between those that wanted to be there and be part of that esprit de corp and those that saw opportunity as "special". The latter won and set the tone for the changes and tried to shame the one's that were there to fight and fly.
The club at NAS Whidbey then pretty much self-destructed. The base cops started staking out the parking lot and following folks leaving and they put two cones at the gates and kept moving them closer and closer together over the evening. Hit a cone? Time for a career-ending "safety check". The club got to the point it was open for lunch 5 days a week and the bar on Friday and now I see the whole place is open only 3-6 on Fridays. It was a bar rich in history from WW-II and PBY's and PV-2s sinking Japanese subs and doing patrols that took them to Adak and back to VN and Cold War cruises and current day. The walls are covered with plaques and cruise memorabilia and that just won't do to be reminded that we were part of a rich lineage of gold wing wearing aviators who would willingly do whatever it took to get the job done.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not disparaging the folks out there today. It's simply they don't know what it was like and the tightness your squadron had. I still follow some places with AD Aviators on it and the vast majority all believe "it's a job" and for them when they walk away at the end of the day they go their separate ways. The one's that don't believe it's just a job and that it's a mission with tradition and warrior culture and dare try and change the PC culture get drubbed out. The social aspects of the cohesive warrior culture are done and that was an important part of maintaining that cutting edge.
Whatever Rick Bin recommends, I’ll go with that.
Bin for the Win
Great post from Pugs & Crow, but I'll also add, this was nothing more than part of the "communization" of the Officer Corps and of course with an equal dose of emasculation of the "Warrior Culture" because females can't play in that league. When I was in Pensacola, we (the leadership) were given a song and dance about supporting the Clubs, so we did. Topgun Night, fliers around town inviting women to attend and we filled the O Club. Then the base CO started parking DoN (civlian) police across the road from the club to catch possible DUIs. End result? they became ghost towns and how now become "metroplexes" where anybody can go. Same for the old BOQ ( O standing for officers) and I'll be damned if I was going to share a common area with an E-5. It's all part of becoming more "corporate" and "inclusive". Glad I'm long gone..
Logging equals cold beer after work..On Friday we would put a cold pack in the creek on the way up to the job and pick it up on the way home and enjoy..