The thread on capturing Bevo got me to thinking. And if you ask Alamoaggie (Ms. AI), then you know that is a dangerous thing. Regardless...

How many of you recall "kidnapping" your CO before Bonfire and hauling him off to some remote place.

In Squadron 9 (Hellcat), we kidnapped our CO nine days before bonfire, hauled him to SATX and left him in front of the Alamo with a pair of shorts, t-shirt, two socks, two tennis shoes (not matching), one shoe lace, and $0.24 (one penny short of a phone call).

While this was going on, the other half of the Hellcat fish were cleaning out his room of all his worldly possessions. We kept them off campus and exchanged them for privileges.

Of course, our CO got back the next evening and the crap outs began – and so did the test of wills. Some of the things he imposed on us to get his stuff back:
- Carry a live gold fish in a Mason jar everywhere we went (including class).
-Nine seconds to shower.
-Low crawl in the dorm (even up and down stairs).
-Wildcat down the quad at a full run and not spill/kill your “fish buddy”.

It is no wonder I only passed 7 hours the first semester my fish year! Ahh, the memories!

My favorite was at Baylor Game at Waco in 69 or 70. Homecoming court on field, lights go out for flaming twirling show. When lights come back on, Zip in boots is in liplock in the middle of the field with the Baylor Homecoming Queen. Ags go crazy. Baylor fans go crazy. (Turns out she was his girlfriend).

Back in those days, the Baylor Girls were taught to say "Baylor women don't". The Ags added a little to that "Baylor women don't because the Baylor men don't know how!"

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Back in those days, the Baylor Girls were taught to say "Baylor women don't". The Ags added a little to that "Baylor women don't because the Baylor men don't know how!"

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ALLSOME

Kidnapped CO - he had to swim back to shore at low tide from where we took him.

The result?

Sleeping on the springs with no blanket and the windows open.

All fish sleeping in one hole.

Speaking "3 deep"

"Steam Shower" crap outs for a week

Some other things I dare not speak about on here.

My fish year, P-2 achieved serious levels of brilliance, w/in one dead week they accomplished the following:

1. P-2 was on the 4th floor of Dorm 7 and built a hot tub in the showers(not an unusual practice) but the problem resulted when the seal broke and the water came flooding down the stairs and flooded the building. I lived on the 1st floor and was on the sh*t list w/ my upperclassmen at the time(and by time I mean my fish year), and was told to lie down in front of my seniors doors to prevent the rooms from being flooded.

2. This time the fish got the brilliant bug. There was this P-2 tradition(at least thats what they called it) of the fish chopping down a tree, decorating it, and setting it up in the quad. They decide to go to state property chop down a tree and take it back to the quad. Problem was, this tree was so big it sat in the back of the truck took up 2 lanes of traffic at midnight. Yea, these guys got pulled over fast.



A&M, we may have won our last MNC in 1939; but we are the only school to kidnap every mascot in the SWC

One of my buddies had a Cessna and we were going to take our CO up in it blindfolded. Half way there we were going to strap a backpack on his back (as if it were a parachute) and tell him “this is where you get out sir”. But in actuality we were going to land at some uncontrolled remote airfield and drop him off in his underwear. However the Trigon caught wind of our plan beforehand and threatened to disband us if we went through with it. Scumbags.

something tells me this thread is going to get real interesting before all is said and done

Back in my day, we didn't kidnap the CO, .. we stole his foot locker and vowed to keep it until Thanksgiving. It was then taken to, and thrown onto the football field at halftime. I remember when I was in high school and attending the t.u. game at Kyle Field and seeing foot lockers being thrown onto the field and wondering, "What the heck is that all about??"

Does anyone remember Clearance "Buddy" Brown???

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You got any stories about kidnapping seniors you would like to share?

Maybe...

There is no comparison to that exciting feeling you get when you get a call during the summer and are notified that you are on the front page of the Battalion and UPD is investigating...

...at least that's what I hear anyway....

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Under the headline "tricked by pi$$heads"...

As Spring Break was closing in, the PHs decided to ease off on us for a while. At one evening chow, they let us have full privileges. So, naturally, we pigged out.

On the march back to the dorm, we were told to get into PT gear ASAP. Then off to the Pig Farm we went. You could follow the chunks of food along the entire route!

HMC was that in 00 i was in e-2 on the Second floor...

More than a dozen computer were ruined

Well this may be long but a good story about two of our rivals. In 1973 we played Rice in Houston. During halftime, their band did a spoof of A&M including having Marvin Zindler twirl. At that time, every Aggie in the Corps hated Marvin for shutting down the chicken ranch in La Grange. I was in Squadron 7 and we were the OD's for the game. We almost had a riot on our hands. I looked up at one point and saw the fish starting to rush the field. Somehow we stopped them and only one new former student made it to the field and decked a trombone player. Anyway Rice ran back a kick off with just a few seconds left to beat A&M. Everyone was pissed. We went back to Aggieland to finish the bonfire.

The final night before bonfire, my old lady and I were working around the stack and ran into a friend who was a trainer on the football team. We decided to go to the local Kettle and get a bowl of chili. While we were there, He happened to mention that it would have been great if we could have gotten the Rice Victory Tree for the bonfire. My friend and I looked at each other and started grinning as we asked where exactly is this tree located. He said he was not sure but it was in the Rice Football Program. I asked if he had one and he did not but thought there would be one in the football dorm. So we left and went to the dorm, waking up players at 3 a.m. to ask about football programs. We found one and went back to the stack. The program had a map to the tree and a picture of it. Told our idea to a few and before long had 8 volunteers, two chainsaws, a crosscut and off we headed to a camp southeast of Houston. (Friendswood) We arrived about dawn and started looking for the tree. We thought we found it but were not sure so we kept looking. Three of us went to another area and on the way saw two little girls waiting on a school bus. So we stopped and asked them if they knew where the tree was. They said yes and it was the tree we were looking at. We went back and cut off a large branch to take to the bonfire. Then after a long debate we decided to fell the tree. We did this in broad daylight so we used the crosscut and it never stopped once it started. The tree fell and we hauled ass. We took the branch and put it on the bonfire for that night.

The next morning on the front page of the Houston Post were headlines "Aggies Axe Rice Tree" It showed a picture of the down tree with the little girl that told us where it was, sitting on the stump. Rice's head coach was asked if he though the Aggies did it and his reply was "Hell yes, the Aggies did it, who else would cut a tree down in broad daylight like that."

Gig em and Beat the Hell Outta t.u.!

In 97, we jacked our Seniors' boots and held them for 101 hours all the next week. As a result, we always had a buddy with us in the dorm to go in and out, held hands and whistled Dixie, spoke 4 deep to the CO and 3 deep to the other Seniors. Sucked at the time, but lookin' back on it, it was one the best good bull experiences of my college time. As a senior, my fish kidnapped by buddy who was CO and left him in Uvalde with 204 cents, wearing a thong, flip flops and his rain gear coat. Very good bull

If you were to do any of this stuff nowadays, it would be grounds for termination from the university. my how times have changed.

2007

do yall not have hell week anymore???

Remember bib burning? When I was a fish, we were eating in Duncan when an upperclassman told me to go burn another upperclassman's bib (paper napkin in his lap). So I crawled down on the floor down a few tables and under the table where he was sitting on the end. The fish sitting on the other end of the table all knew what I was up to, so they let me through. I pulled out my fish matches and set his napkin on fire. He sat there what seemed like forever as the flame got bigger. Finally he jumped up and pulled the napkin off.

Looking back on some of the things we did, I realize now how stupid some of those pranks were, but they seemed like good bull at the time. He could have caught on fire! I cringe a little when I think about that.

Flight of the buzzard--an upperclassman would usually pick a Fish that looked like a buzzard, have him fill his mouth with food and some hanging out, then he would "fly" around Duncan flapping his arms. The whole place would stop eating to see where he would "land." Then the "buzzard" who spit his food on the plate of the upperclassman who was the target.

Drowning out--When I was a Fish, I didn't like one particular p-head. In the middle of the night, I snuck in his room (weren't allowed to lock doors), and threw a large trashcan filled with water on him while he was sound asleep. Water flooded the room, as I made my escape. I ran into a zip's room on the bottom floor and hid in the closet. He caught me and could have crapped me out until dawn, but he was so shook up he just made me clean up his room.



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My favorite story from my dad class of 70 (that i have heard) is when they would babo bomb a room. they would take a can of babo(comet) and score the sides of the can. then they would insert a cherry bomb in the can. A upperclassman's door would be open the bomb lit and the can tossed in. the ensuing explosion would send babo everywhere. Now if you have never tried to clean it up, babo can not be swept up, and if you add water it is even more of a mess....usually best done right before an inspections according to my dad.....

These are great, keep 'em coming

Hey Skins,
I remember the Rice Victory Tree being cut down, and I think I still have that newspaper clipping somewhere. A guy in our outfit (Nelson) helped with that, but I didn't know the branch was thrown on the bonfire. Great story.

COSC, yea it was that year.

Crazy a$$ week.

A&M, we may have won our last MNC in 1939; but we are the only school to kidnap every mascot in the SWC

hmfic -
your handle threw me off but i thought that was in '00

Corps74, you are correct, Scooter Nelson was with us. The babo bombs, quads and many more would get kid's arrested these days. They must be hitting the books more than we did.

Skins and Corps74, I was at that game too... one of the rice band people was decked by an old former yell leader that had been sitting by my parents in the upper deck, drunker than Cooter Brown... managed to stumble down to the field, vault the wall without racking himself, waded into the MOB and coldcocked some unsuspecting hippie liberal pinko MOBer before falling flat on this face. My folks were watching him the whole time when he left the seating area, told me about it afterwards. God Old Army was GREAT.....

Well, my outfit did all of the above in one version or another, but we have a unique story. In 1966, Butch Baldridge, our first sgt. at the time was on the way back from Barksdale AFB, where his father was the commanding officer. He stopped off and picked up an alligator on the way back and brought it back to campus.

Now we were mainly in Dorm 2 (headshead) with a few of us split into Dorm 4 (two white belts, my fish, now wethead old lady, and six fish). Butch took the second floor showers on the north side and turned them into a holding pen with real dirt and a wooden door.

When we got into Breakfast formation the next day, Butch brought "Lurch" out to the formation on a dog leash. He marched with us to chow, and had senior privileges with his own assigned fish to feed him. The other outfits went wild. The whoops from the other outfits were so loud that many a zip came out in bvds to see what the ruckus was about.

This continued for most of the semester, Huslin 1, with a road runner as a mascot symbol, and a real live alligator on a leash marching to chow.

I do not know if it was related, but Butch made Air Wing Commander the next year. He was the sharpest cadet that I ever saw. Captain Baldridge was shot down over Cambodia in his second tour of Vietnam, in the light plane he was flying looking for down pilots.

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Good Bull 69huslinone.

A reminder to all that the MOB performance was not infuriating for Marvin Zindler, nor making fun of Rev (who had not just died), but for them making a block T and goose-stepping while wearing Nazi helmets.

Correct em if I am wrong but I believe there is a Butch Baldridge award for Air Force cadets...in military bearing or something now.

I was thinking their was a Baldridge award, too, but it is not listed in the "Standard".

For those who wonder if good bull continues, I give you today's home page from the cadet intranet

http://cadets.tamu.edu/default.aspx

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Good bull!

When I was a fish, we had two seniors who were Yell Leaders, including our CO. When Hell Week rolled around, we stole everything in his room that wasn't bolted down (and a couple things that were) -- including his Yell Leader uni.

That was our biggest bargaining chip ... On Thanksgiving, right before the game, we had two fish accompany him to the football locker room with his YL uni, where they took custody of his boots and other uni in exchange for the Yell Leader uni. He dogged us all week -- crap-outs while wearing ALL of our uniforms at once, and with all of us in the same room ... fun.

I also had a roommate who was an unparalleled tunnel rat and pyromaniac. In fact, he often combined these two interests to cause havoc under the streets of campus.

His entire foot locker was filled with all manner of, let's say, "incendiary devices" used for making Copenhagen can smoke bombs and the like. Let's just say I tried to sleep with one eye open at all times.

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