Deep sea fishing. I got violently ill as a child in all my experiences fishing. The problem was I loved to fish.
My roommate Frank got me to go out when I was in my 20’s and I never got sick again. I even fished a week long bill fish championship in the Bahamas.
How did I do it? I’m pretty sure it was the beer.


Fell thru the snow-covered ice on a pond. Managed to get to the edge and drag myself out. Scary under that ice, dark, and very cold. Fortunately the water was only around 4 feet deep where I went in.
Couldn’t untie my skates to put my shoes on. Hadda walk home on the blades, ’bout a quarter mile. Got REALLY sick for several days.
Found out I could no longer skate, on ice or on rollers. Also discovered I could no longer ski, even water ski. No fear of water, or swimming . . . just skates or skis.
An aunt working on her PhD in children with arrested development and irrational behavior told me I had 3 choices: go back to skating ’til I got over it; do other sports and just forget about it; develop interests in activities in or around water until the obsession subsided.
So . . . I joined the Navy and spent a lotta years punchin holes in the water. THAT’ll teach it not to victimize ME ! Revenge heals all wounds . . . or somethin like that.
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