When Haley’s Comet came around in 1986, my buddy and I were vacationing down in the Bahamas, went out drinking and ended up on our backs in the middle of the night in a nearby golf course looking up at the sky to watch the comet.
We woke up after the sun came up to the sound of golf carts going by just a few feet from our bedraggled heads. I had my old SLR camera in one hand and my telephoto lens in the other.
Halley’s Comet wasn’t all that showy either, as I recall. Comet Hale-Bopp was a good one, though.