Tupperware Photography & Red Ring Tinfoil (14)

Dan, you are really selling a book? That's great!

puddlepirate44 wrote in post #7406952
LOTRR: Moms Always Show Up At The Most Inopportune Times

lol isn't that always the way.

so I have the best sea story EVER!! Every year, coast guard and navy boats go through a form of training. Some of the old salts know it as REFTRA, TISTA, or TACT. The acronyms aren't really important; it's just a bunch of navy chiefs/officers yelling at coasties.

In order to perform this training, the boat must get underway to practice drills (fire, flooding etc.)

It seems that someone in the chain of command took it a bit too far.

23FEB09- this is the "go/no go day". This determines whether or not we get underway for TACT. The navy types come aboard and start to look at the engine spaces. Unbeknownst to them, we had already made preparations for departure. So it came as a shock when they went above deck to find the pier nowhere in sight.

Congratulations coasties, you just shang hai'd 14 navy officers and chiefs.

Puddle said "this brings a whole new definition to the term 'puddle pirate'"

..... pretty sure there is no precedent for this..........

I just told the same story over on the other thread. Got it covered now!

puddlepirate44 wrote in post #7408422


I just told the same story over on the other thread. Got it covered now!

by the way I liked the new comic. For some reason, I have that song "my boomerang won't come back" stuck in my head

Kilvas wrote in post #7408458
by the way I liked the new comic. For some reason, I have that song "my boomerang won't come back" stuck in my head

HAHAHA!!

Kilvas wrote in post #7408371
lol isn't that always the way.

so I have the best sea story EVER!! Every year, coast guard and navy boats go through a form of training. Some of the old salts know it as REFTRA, TISTA, or TACT. The acronyms aren't really important; it's just a bunch of navy chiefs/officers yelling at coasties.

In order to perform this training, the boat must get underway to practice drills (fire, flooding etc.)

It seems that someone in the chain of command took it a bit too far.

23FEB09- this is the "go/no go day". This determines whether or not we get underway for TACT. The navy types come aboard and start to look at the engine spaces. Unbeknownst to them, we had already made preparations for departure. So it came as a shock when they went above deck to find the pier nowhere in sight.

Congratulations coasties, you just shang hai'd 14 navy officers and chiefs.

Puddle said "this brings a whole new definition to the term 'puddle pirate'"

..... pretty sure there is no precedent for this..........

When I was a kid (and now, too), I loved to hang around railroad yards. I was on a trip through the Sierras with my parents in 1957. Driving through Truckee, I spotted a set of helper locomotives sitting in the yard. Back in those days, they would take helpers off there after the climb up from Reno. I prevailed on Dad to let me get a closer look, so he parked a short distance from the engines, and I went over to see if the train crew had any old division timetable they might be willing to give me.

Nice guys. They invited me into the locomotive for a look around, and actually gave me a guided tour through the interior of the machine. I was absolutely thrilled for the opportunity, and thoroughly enjoyed myself until........


I looked out the little porthole window, and saw a telephone pole going by. The damned engines were moving, I was on them, and as far as I knew, my parents were about to lose their youngest son to a kidnapping locomotive engineer.

I must have reacted badly because they were quick to assure me that they were moving to the other end of the yard, my parents had been told, and they were going to meet me there.

For you train guys, this was an A-B-B-A set of F7's. For the rest of you, these were not like modern diesels where there are walkways along both sides of the locomotive and the equipment is accessed through little doors. They were called 'carbodies,' and all the machinery was accessed from inside the locomotive. The noise and heat was overwhelming, and once in the bowels of the beast, the only real confirmation of movement was through the little round portholes on the side of the engine.

Anyway, I had my little locomotive ride from one end of the Truckee yard to the other, and I've never forgotten it.

Kilvas wrote in post #7408371
lol isn't that always the way.

so I have the best sea story EVER!! Every year, coast guard and navy boats go through a form of training. Some of the old salts know it as REFTRA, TISTA, or TACT. The acronyms aren't really important; it's just a bunch of navy chiefs/officers yelling at coasties.

In order to perform this training, the boat must get underway to practice drills (fire, flooding etc.)

It seems that someone in the chain of command took it a bit too far.

23FEB09- this is the "go/no go day". This determines whether or not we get underway for TACT. The navy types come aboard and start to look at the engine spaces. Unbeknownst to them, we had already made preparations for departure. So it came as a shock when they went above deck to find the pier nowhere in sight.

Congratulations coasties, you just shang hai'd 14 navy officers and chiefs.

Puddle said "this brings a whole new definition to the term 'puddle pirate'"

..... pretty sure there is no precedent for this..........

This is too funny a whole lot of levels! BZ!

Belmondo wrote in post #7408492
When I was a kid (and now, too), I loved to hang around railroad yards. I was on a trip through the Sierras with my parents in 1957. Driving through Truckee, I spotted a set of helper locomotives sitting in the yard. Back in those days, they would take helpers off there after the climb up from Reno. I prevailed on Dad to let me get a closer look, so he parked a short distance from the engines, and I went over to see if the train crew had any old division timetable they might be willing to give me.

Nice guys. They invited me into the locomotive for a look around, and actually gave me a guided tour through the interior of the machine. I was absolutely thrilled for the opportunity, and thoroughly enjoyed myself until........


I looked out the little porthole window, and saw a telephone pole going by. The damned engines were moving, I was on them, and as far as I knew, my parents were about to lose their youngest son to a kidnapping locomotive engineer.

I must have reacted badly because they were quick to assure me that they were moving to the other end of the yard, my parents had been told, and they were going to meet me there.

For you train guys, this was an A-B-B-A set of F7's. For the rest of you, these were not like modern diesels where there are walkways along both sides of the locomotive and the equipment is accessed through little doors. They were called 'carbodies,' and all the machinery was accessed from inside the locomotive. The noise and heat was overwhelming, and once in the bowels of the beast, the only real confirmation of movement was through the little round portholes on the side of the engine.

Anyway, I had my little locomotive ride from one end of the Truckee yard to the other, and I've never forgotten it.

SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!

Woolburr wrote in post #7408579
This is too funny a whole lot of levels! BZ!

Good to know there are still some free thinkers in the world.

gary88 wrote in post #7407114
Moooo all

On my 15 minute break from business calculus, class is turning my brain to mush today.

Big brown delivered my replacement eyecup today though! Is it bad that I'm really excited to put it on when I get back tonight?

You're excited about an eyecup?

My lad, you need a vacation!

Permagrin wrote in post #7401470
that happened with me when I had the tamron 14mm too...I think it's the distortion but I can't remember what it's called.


John do you have any fringing issues or CA with that lens?

It's called barrel or pincushion distortion, I think.
I've never noticed any fringing or CA with it, but I've never really looked closely.

jedi1354 wrote in post #7404825
http://www.amazon.com …lkiens-Lord/dp/0451452615 in this classic novel they refer to it as the Dreaded Nikon zoom. that in itself makes it the dark side.

Wow! Is that book still around?

Belmondo wrote in post #7408492
When I was a kid (and now, too), I loved to hang around railroad yards. I was on a trip through the Sierras with my parents in 1957. Driving through Truckee, I spotted a set of helper locomotives sitting in the yard. Back in those days, they would take helpers off there after the climb up from Reno. I prevailed on Dad to let me get a closer look, so he parked a short distance from the engines, and I went over to see if the train crew had any old division timetable they might be willing to give me.

Nice guys. They invited me into the locomotive for a look around, and actually gave me a guided tour through the interior of the machine. I was absolutely thrilled for the opportunity, and thoroughly enjoyed myself until........


I looked out the little porthole window, and saw a telephone pole going by. The damned engines were moving, I was on them, and as far as I knew, my parents were about to lose their youngest son to a kidnapping locomotive engineer.

I must have reacted badly because they were quick to assure me that they were moving to the other end of the yard, my parents had been told, and they were going to meet me there.

For you train guys, this was an A-B-B-A set of F7's. For the rest of you, these were not like modern diesels where there are walkways along both sides of the locomotive and the equipment is accessed through little doors. They were called 'carbodies,' and all the machinery was accessed from inside the locomotive. The noise and heat was overwhelming, and once in the bowels of the beast, the only real confirmation of movement was through the little round portholes on the side of the engine.

Anyway, I had my little locomotive ride from one end of the Truckee yard to the other, and I've never forgotten it.

Cool story, Chief.

Belmondo wrote in post #7408492
When I was a kid (and now, too), I loved to hang around railroad yards. I was on a trip through the Sierras with my parents in 1957. Driving through Truckee, I spotted a set of helper locomotives sitting in the yard. Back in those days, they would take helpers off there after the climb up from Reno. I prevailed on Dad to let me get a closer look, so he parked a short distance from the engines, and I went over to see if the train crew had any old division timetable they might be willing to give me.

Nice guys. They invited me into the locomotive for a look around, and actually gave me a guided tour through the interior of the machine. I was absolutely thrilled for the opportunity, and thoroughly enjoyed myself until........


I looked out the little porthole window, and saw a telephone pole going by. The damned engines were moving, I was on them, and as far as I knew, my parents were about to lose their youngest son to a kidnapping locomotive engineer.

I must have reacted badly because they were quick to assure me that they were moving to the other end of the yard, my parents had been told, and they were going to meet me there.

For you train guys, this was an A-B-B-A set of F7's. For the rest of you, these were not like modern diesels where there are walkways along both sides of the locomotive and the equipment is accessed through little doors. They were called 'carbodies,' and all the machinery was accessed from inside the locomotive. The noise and heat was overwhelming, and once in the bowels of the beast, the only real confirmation of movement was through the little round portholes on the side of the engine.

Anyway, I had my little locomotive ride from one end of the Truckee yard to the other, and I've never forgotten it.

Thanks for sharing a great memory Chief!

pictures, or it didn't happen, chief!!!

just kidding, nice story...bet you had the biggest grin on your face after that ride.

Whilst wandering aimlessly around NYC, we decided to rubberneck on the next street when we heard plenty of sirens going off:

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