I like to fish. Generally, I target large salwtater species that are a physical challenge as well as a mental challenge. Sometimes, however, it’s fun to go to my moms lake house and target the bluegills close to the beach.
I equate FR to my fishing. Generally I like to discuss stuff with the adults, but sometimes it’s also fun to play with the dopes, too.
Sawltater? OOPS. Saltwater for those who don’t get my tagline.
in 1979 one evening there was a loud knocking at our door. A neighbor asked my dad to have me bring my telescope outside (I had a cheapie thing that had the power of a pair of binoculars). I got it and went outside where a number of neighbors had gathered. They were watching a pair of extremely bright lights that would appear to hover, then move very fast to another position in the sky. They would fade, then get really bright. I tried to look at them through the telescope but they were too bright. The next day the news said nothing had happened, but for a couple of days there were military helicopters flying around, which never happened at any other time. I later learned that this seems to be the same night as the Cash-Landrum incident, which occured only a few miles away. I didn't learn about that until a few years ago.
I have no idea what I saw, but I wasn't the only one who saw those things. But i guess I'm a dope anyway...