I guess since Evel Kneivel died of natural causes, it sort of lets people think their crazy backyard engineering will be okay too. If I were sheriff of Barstow, I'd arrest everyone on the scene. As long as assisted suicide is against the law, that is.
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Perhaps, but as a water-baby (Pisces born in a town called Neptune, learned to swim in the Atlantic Ocean) and who grew up beneath and on the waves (body- and board-surfing, snorkling, etc.), I can tell you that a drowning death is a terror of mine. Didn't help, either, that a certified scuba instructor friend drowned. She shouldn't have gone after her partner's fin, which he dropped after getting back into the boat, but still. It was two weeks before they found her body. No thanks. I don't want my last breaths to be thick.
Same. Also add being buried alive. How about those horror movies when they pull the cover over the pool when someone has been tossed in. Naw, I'm good. I am going to be buried in the backyard and want those bells with a string going to my hand just in case. My dog will dig me up, won't you, Jake?..........Jake?
buried alive totally wigs me out
i've spent a lot of time under water
diving for me is therapeutic
you hear your breath slow and steady (calming effect for me)
and if you're doing it right, you achieve perfect buoyancy
akin to being an astronaut weightlessly drifting in space...
Perhaps, but as a water-baby (Pisces born in a town called Neptune, learned to swim in the Atlantic Ocean) and who grew up beneath and on the waves (body- and board-surfing, snorkling, etc.), I can tell you that a drowning death is a terror of mine. Didn't help, either, that a certified scuba instructor friend drowned. She shouldn't have gone after her partner's fin, which he dropped after getting back into the boat, but still. It was two weeks before they found her body. No thanks. I don't want my last breaths to be thick.
Same. Also add being buried alive. How about those horror movies when they pull the cover over the pool when someone has been tossed in. Naw, I'm good. I am going to be buried in the backyard and want those bells with a string going to my hand just in case. My dog will dig me up, won't you, Jake?..........Jake?
I have no idea what family and friends might think but I do know that many passionate anglers want to go this way and not spend their waning years tied down to a bed or a wheel chair.
Perhaps, but as a water-baby (Pisces born in a town called Neptune, learned to swim in the Atlantic Ocean) and who grew up beneath and on the waves (body- and board-surfing, snorkling, etc.), I can tell you that a drowning death is a terror of mine. Didn't help, either, that a certified scuba instructor friend drowned. She shouldn't have gone after her partner's fin, which he dropped after getting back into the boat, but still. It was two weeks before they found her body. No thanks. I don't want my last breaths to be thick.
Also a water baby and drowning is also a terror death of mine as well. Came near once. Went out alone on a big day in SoCal off my local beach in Corona del Mar, alone and tried to ride a spot that only broke when it got over a certain height, 10 to 15 feet, that no one to my knowledge had ever tried before. First wave, it was so big and fast that the board started chattering. My ankles were not strong enough. Wipe out and lost my board. No leashes in those days. It went all the way in and I was about 200 yards or so from the beach. I was 15 and in the best shape of my life but did not think that I was going to be able to make it back in. The war was going on then and Marine choppers were everywhere all the time. Two or three went by and every time one went by I tried to wave at them and get their attention. Didn't happen. I started to imagine that I was not going to make it in before I ran out of energy. It took me what seemed like an hour just to get to the shore break which was about 6 to 10 feet high breaking on some pretty jagged rocks. Finally took another hour to time the break just right and make it on to the beach slightly scratched up. Retrieved my board and began one of the longest and hardest walks home ever. One of the stupidest things I ever did.
The thought of drowning scared the bejeezus out of me and in my mind is one of the most violent ways to die. Last time I ever went out alone in anything over shoulder high surf or anytime really after that. The buddy system or not at all.
I have no idea what family and friends might think but I do know that many passionate anglers want to go this way and not spend their waning years tied down to a bed or a wheel chair.
Perhaps, but as a water-baby (Pisces born in a town called Neptune, learned to swim in the Atlantic Ocean) and who grew up beneath and on the waves (body- and board-surfing, snorkling, etc.), I can tell you that a drowning death is a terror of mine. Didn't help, either, that a certified scuba instructor friend drowned. She shouldn't have gone after her partner's fin, which he dropped after getting back into the boat, but still. It was two weeks before they found her body. No thanks. I don't want my last breaths to be thick.
