#4 Behind the creek mentioned above there was a farmer that had land and a pretty good sized trash pit that he would put all sorts of stuff in. In one of our adventures, we were rummaging and I found a reel of 8mm film, it had to be a mile long. I decided to find out just how long it was. I tied it to a fence and walked backwards across a pasture toward the creek (remember the cliff?). Every once in a while I would look back but I was basically just walking blind unreeling the spool. Yep, I walked right off the edge of that cliff. This was a vertical drop section, 30' straight down onto rocks. I disappeared off that cliff. I just so happened to have walked right off the edge that had a ledge about 4' down. I managed to wedge myself between ledge and the main cliff. All I know is that the earth just disappeared under me. I came crawling back up, I guess expecting all the kids to be gathered around. They were all still just ****ing around. Nobody saw a thing.
#5 we had a pretty substantial treehouse in our backyard. We had some bottle rockets leftover from July 4 and were lighting them from the ledge up on this treehouse. It was me and a neighborhood kid launching the bottle rockets from, well, a coke bottle. As most of these stories go, we got bored, tried to start hitting things with the bottle rockets. So this kid, picks up the bottle, aims it like a tiny rifle and asks me to light the fuse. "Umm, are you sure?" Yeah, burned is face and eye with as it launched. He ended up partially blind out of that eye. I think I should have been smarter.
#6 last one (I think) This time I was a grown ass man. As a kid we spent our summers vacationing down on South Padre Island. My family had a beach house on the island and we would keep our bay boat in the garage for fishing use all summer. As an adult we had neighbors that had kids pretty much on the same timetable as us and we decided one summer to take a trip to the island. Both wives were hugely pregnant and we both had 2 year old daughters along. Both of them were Aggies and the husband was in sales so every once in a while I would get invites on goose hunts and such. This was my time to show him the fishing in the Lower Laguna Madre. I cut my teeth fishing down there and knew the bay pretty well.
We arrived the day before and took the boat over to Jim's Pier to keep in a slip during out stay. We planned on getting up pre-dawn the next morning to hit the bay to chase reds and specs. We had mainly fished with artificials down there but he insisted on getting shrimp. Through a little bit of discussion, I figured out he wanted to potlick a little. It didn't bother me but he was dead set on catching a mess of fish. The unwritten rule when we were down with family was to head out before dawn to beat the crowds, catch some fish then be back around noon for time on the beach with the family. My wife knew when to expect us back at the dock. This was right when cell phones came out, I did not have one but my buddy did. We got an early start and decided to make the run to the 3 islands area for some early drifts with artificials. He wanted to use a popping cork so I got him set up. We caught a couple specs and I could tell he was getting bored. It was a beautiful, flat morning, just a day that was nice being there regardless of the fish's cooperation. We burned a couple hours on the flats and I told him where we could pick up some fish but they would not be very big.
It was outgoing tide in the ditch so we anchored the boat at a channel outlet coming out of Gas Well Flats. We sat on our ass, opened a couple beers and free shrimped the current. He was having a blast and we were filling our limits on specs, all dinks but would be good eating. I think he wanted a meat haul and a limit. I was good with getting him there. Looking south toward the island it was getting dark, very dark. We stayed fishing and soon you could not see the island. I told him we were not going to head back until that passed through and we should soon figure out cover. He wanted his limit but I cut him off. We wore out our welcome on that spot, anchored up and hammered down. He was happy as could be, I was a little more concerned. We were racing to beat the storm before it got to the Arroyo Colorado. We were getting close and see a water spout getting closer and closer, we were both closing in on the Arroyo. About the time we got to the mouth it was pelting us with rain, the waterspout gave us the window. We hit the first bait camp, jumped out, tied up and headed in, it was pouring. We shook off and realized it was about 11:30, his primitive cell phone had no reception but I had one quarter in my pocket. I called the house on the pay phone, the answering machine picked up (thank God). I left a really good message about us being stranded up the bay, we were safe and were going to wait the storm out. We grabbed some fried pies and waited briefly.
The sky cleared up and the storm drifted off quickly. We headed back out, talking back and forth about how cool that was and he says to me, "Do we still have shrimp, you think we could get finish out our limit?" I am never one to pass up more fish but I knew we had a boat ride back to Jim's Pier, back to potlicking. We picked up the fish and had our limits, opened a beer and toasted our success. It was well after noon. We stowed our stuff and told him to hold on, off we went. It was a good ride back, the storm didn't turn up the bay too bad but it was bumpy and slower than usual. As we idled through the channel cut at Jim's we look up. His very pregnant wife was standing on the dock with her hands on her hips. Holy hell was she pissed. All they knew is there was a bad storm crossing SPI and the bay just to the north. We were late, we were wet, she was steaming and neither one of them had checked the answering machine. She chewed his ass pretty good and the first thing out of his mouth (instead of explaining we were stuck and left a message) was, "Honey, come look at all the fish we caught!!" He regretted that soon when she started explaining to them that they were just short of calling the coast guard on us (a bit dramatic). My wife knew that I knew my way around but the other wife was having a fit. They had gone shopping during the storm and when they realized we had tried to get in touch and left them a message (so glad the answering machine was working) everyone settled down. We did not let on that we finished our limit of specs AFTER the storm.