I went down in a 21' fishing boat in Swansboro inlet. The ebb tide pulled us out beyond the mile marker buoy. We held onto it for a while but we couldn't get up onto it and it nearly beat us to death. We had to let go. We washed up early the next morning on the tide, about 12 miles down on Bear Island, uninhabited. Damn near froze to death. We crossed back over to the ocean side of the island and finally were spotted by the Coast Guard. God bless 'em.
Crashed in a crop duster with a friend of mine in high school. That was pretty intense. No one ever knew I was in the plane. My dad would have kicked my ass.
But those incidents weren't on purpose. Accidents.
Single handed a San Juan 21 from Beaufort, NC to Myrtle Beach, on the outside. It wasn't circumnavigation but it was pretty wild.
Can't begin to list what all I've seen and done on tour across the country. Seen two guys shoot each other. It's not like the movies. If you don't have a big gun, the other guy will shoot back, even if he's hit. A few stabbings, or more like people getting cut, people getting naked, been broke and busted, played on street corners for gas money. Got tossed out of a coffee shop in Kentucky one night. Went to the town hall the next morning and bought a $20 street vendor permit and set up and played and gave away free coffee across the street from the joint. The guy cursed and threatened me all day. That was fun as hell. Lost my van in Birmingham once and hitched home. That was an adventure.
Some illegal struff I won't say but nothing too grand.