What’s the most fun you have ever had?
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scuba diving off cocos island when i rode a whale shark
The most fun I ever had with my clothes on was catching a tarpon from a pier in Key West,Fl. Was stationed at PHMRon 5.
With my clothes on –
Lifting a 1955 Oldsmobile onto the 3rd-floor roof of the high-school building so that its grill and headlights were looking out over the street the next morning. The fun part was watching the town pezzanovanti trying to figure out how the fletch we did it . . . and THEN, how the hell they were gonna get it down.
(actually, it’s easy if you got a buncha healthy, strong, adventuresome Midwest football guys, some good rope & pulleys, and a good lookout system. Also helps if the engine, radiator, seats, drive shaft, gas tank, and wheels are removed before lifting it up. Just put the wheels back on the front after it’s up there)
Other than that . . . I’d hafta say bein waist-deep in a Midwest gravel pit with a 5′ 5″ casting rod and open-face reel, throwin a black jitterbug up against the cat-tails as the moon rises (or sets) after a brief rainstorm on a hot summer’s night and hookin a 3-lb largemouth.
Or maybe chasin down a covey of bobwhite quail with a 16 gauge in a snowy soybean stubble field toward a copse of trees and underbrush, then bringing about 8 or 9 of ‘em home to be pan fried and eaten with taters ‘n’ home-made bread with currant jelly and chilled milk.
Unclothed . . . entirely different category of fun, neither lesser or greater — jus’ differnt.
Even tho there were fun times I couldn’t remember there was always someone who couldn’t wait to remind you.
I would have to say every trip I took to Isle Royale. Even the ones on an angry lake Superior. Once you got to land and you no longer had green gills you had to admit it was fun. Took a few trips with couples to watch the Millwaukee Open golf tourneys. They were very much “fun”.
Flying, but best of the best, flying the F/A-18 Hornet! 1000 hours of pure Bliss—————-except for those night aircraft carrier landings; every one seemed like your first attempt & I could never wash the black juice,I squeezed outa the control stick, from my right hand flying glove…
This one time? At band camp?
(What? Well, no, but it was my flute.)
Okay, srsly.
A seven or eight-mile point with the West of Yore (a UK hunt), mostly at a gallop. Stayed on over every jump, drop, and gap and even jumped through the window of a church ruin. My grin muscles ached for days.
Skydiving.
I led a very boring life compared to all of you.
Gotta tell ya, Geez
Livin in Olongapo (Subic Bay, Philippines) in the 60s was NEVER boring. In fact, it was often frightening . . . almost as bad as East St. Louis or Detroit or Nawlins.
Fun, tho. Adrenaline highs tend to magnify situations and focus the senses on ‘em so that you don’t miss nothin. It’s why we ride roller coasters and jump outta perfectly good airplanes.
Boco – A friend of mine (Navy) was in Ologapo in the 80′s. She told me about this bar where the exotic dancers would hop up on the table and pick up stacks of coins with their hoohas. I can’t even begin to contemplate the flexibility it would take to do that. It also makes me want to wear gloves when handling money.
Ask her to tell you about the ever-popular “Knights of the Round Table” game, very big with pilots back in the 60s and 70s out in Subic City.
My least favorite *game* once I stepped over the Shit River into Olongapo?
When a cute little Flip boy with doe eyes slipped my elastic band gold watch off my left arm, while faking holding my hand, and then somehow accelerated and disappeared at Warp 8!!!!! I knew from experience not to grab a Flip Street cop, because one of my squadron mates did that on a previous deployment to NAS Cubi Point and the cops chased the boy and machine-gunned him to death!
For a cheap Timex watch…………….(Compared to Olongapo, Tombstone was a fucking bible camp!…)
COL Jerry (#5): I’ve heard that landing on an aircraft carrier is just like landing on a postage stamp. (Or a dime – but then, carriers ain’t round.)
I was in an orgy once…
Once…
Sigh…
Anybody else besides mon colonel and I ever been catted or arrested on a bird farm?
I’ve had 9 and 11 (can’t remember which is which) arrests and cats, but always in CODs, where the seats faced backwards, and I believe the approach final speed is a bit lower than a fighter’s. (I think it was 9 cats, on my way back to Subic)
First coupla times kinda scared the shit outta me, but after about 3 or 4, it was sorta exhilarating, like the second time you dive off the high board at the local swimmin pool.
‘Course the first time I was highlined from an oiler to a destroyer it scared the shit outta me, too.
And the first time a drunken Filipino cop cut loose with his .38 in a bar in Olongapo.
And the first time I climbed a 60-foot utility pole to work on UHF antennas and the safety belt tongue slipped from one notch to another.
And the first time I woke up with my wife sitting beside me holding a rather large knife with the intention of doing a Lorena Bobbitt on me.
Apparently I’m easily frightened, but have a fairly good internal recovery program for repeats.
i’m going to have to ask the bro about that Subic Bay stuff. HMMM
Band camp and a flute– :)))
Hunting waterfalls in “Da U.P. ” with the Missus. It was mid September, but four inches of fresh snow was covering the trees (still in full foliage) and breaking limbs. We got seriously lost, travelled 30 miles without seeing any sign of human activity. At one point, she moaned, “We’re really enjoying your country, God, but we would like to leave it now!”
Nothing special, just a good day.
All day zodiac rafting excursion of the Na Pali coast Kauai … http://youtu.be/NH2YmAdiiHI
THE most fun time is hard to pin down to just one.
Probably wading or canoeing the upper James River plugging for smallmouth on a summer morning, or going with a friend or two to wrassle big bluefish through the surf along the Outer Banks in the fall – many times, not just once, all good. Something magical about the place before the SUV craze turned the beaches into a parking lot and test track.
The most fun I ever had was sitting around with friends and family talking about the most fun we ever had.
I once watched a TARGET launch and retrieve flying things through a periscope.
But that wasn’t the most fun, there was the time when I showed a niece and nephew the moving lights in the night sky and 40 years later they still talk about it.
Ahh, story telling. Like the time I was chasing the sun to rest in my boat out of Oceanside Harbor. Was the flattest I think I’ve ever seen the ocean down there, just about smooth as glass. Had my little 17.5′ runabout cruisin at about 30 knots. Would have sworn it was a lake cause the speed was constant with no load changes on the engine. I probably could have water skied to Catalina.
Out of nowhere the engine came under a heavy load and stalled in just a couple seconds. I was sure it had seized, worried that something had covered the water intake. Tried to raise the outboard and it just groaned. Went to look over the back and at first I thought it was a big garbage bag on the propeller. Then the blob fell off and started to sink and I recognized it was a shark! A shark with a 17″ hole in its gullet! My hands reached out to grab it before it sunk, and fortunately they only made it about 10″ from my sides before another part of my brain said “your going to grab a shark?”. Watched it for a few seconds till it disappeared, said holy shit a couple hundred times, then tried the motor. Started right up, hydraulics worked fine, and I headed due East back into the harbor.
I’m far to analytical to have ever had “fun”.
^ C.I. – Then here is a puzzle for you.
I see that the word ‘fun’ for summa you Porch Minkees, includes
gettin skeerd sh*tless & w*tless, while tempting the fates mightily!
An essential part of life for a large part of humanity.
I’ve had a number of fun experiences like winning some motorsport
competitive events & being a paid wrangler for a day out in Colorado.
However, the most fun would be the 20 minutes I got to fly a Navy
P2V-7 & do buncha of maneuvers at low altitudes near Glenview NAS
when I was in the reserves, back in the 60′s. The captain knew me &
we’d been in the same active duty squadron earlier. Us Lantfleet
swabbies didn’t have nearly as much fun as you Wespac sailors &
jarheads! Although liberty in Barcelona, Genoa, Athens wasn’t too bad.
Playing in a real tight, well rehearsed worship band.
Funny how just yesterday I was thinking about how little enjoyment I’ve had in my life. I’d have to think it was when I was part of an amateur comedy troupe in the 80s-90s. We had so much fun making people laugh. That’s the last time I remember this thing you call “fun”.
Now, compare a guy the used to be a stage funnyman for the pure fun of it to someone who now has lots of trouble finding reasons to get out of bed better than “to pay the damned bills”.
Climbing on houses in the middle of the night and jumping on the roof over people’s bedrooms. I was a gymnast so to get on the roof I only needed a small boost and getting down was an easy drop. Of course, now, I completely understand the people charging out of their houses screaming profanity and brandishing guns (we were long gone before they even got to the door) but back then it was just funny as hell.
I gotta tell you Lance, flyin in a Neptune over water is, in my humble opinion purty goddamned risky. An old bastard with 2 burning and 2 turning (…the whole way if you was lucky…) When the Navy transitioned from WWII to early jets and angle decks, I called it the smorgasbord Navy. They tried everything because they didn`t know shit about jet engines and had yet figure out how to test aircraft.
There was the F7U “Ensign Killer, also called the “Gutless Cutless” and maybe you don`t remember the Sunday comics called “Buzz Sawyer”, a Navy pilot flying the “Pogo” jet, which sat on it`s tail, took off vertical w a huge turboprop and than transitiioned to level flt. Violated every fucking law of aerodynamics.
Dammit, strings like this remind me what a restrained and often dull life I’ve led.
Lots of fun things, but NOTHING along the lines of this stuff!