when i was young, dumb, and full of Whiskey. Most of the time.
I have no clue how I made it through A&P School!
I'd been doing it for about a year, with the help of one of my classsmates who owned an old "Delta-Wing" for training, and a couple other, newer models with stays in the wings.
He found me a similar decent one for about $700.00 used and I used some of my Student Loan money to get it.
We used to make regular 20-mile flights from a Mountain outside Helena, MT called The HogBack to a field on my fathers ranch outside town.
That day I made two major mistakes:
1. I flew alone.
2. I changed my choice of LZ's during the flight.
3. I was drunk.
The nice-looking, green (Early June), fuzzy, comfortable-looking, beautiful site I eventually balled up in was so full of boulders hidden in the grass I not only destroyed my beautiful new HG, but shattered my right ankle.
If the field wasn't next to the Interstate, I would have had a hell of a time getting to the hospital.
A few months and two blood clots later

I gave up trying to get back in the saddle and used this story to great effect with the ladies.

(Who'd a thunk telling the truth would get me to "home", huh?

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