Originally Posted by SPRINGFIELD

I was pretty drunk, and this was pretty dumb.
Freshman year of college, big party at a campground that sits on the shore of a large resevouir. It's about 2am, everyone is pretty wasted. Someone dares someone else to swim across the resevoir. It's about 1/2 mile wide at this place. The guy starts swimming across, nobody can believe it. I have always been a really strong swimmer, and decide that this would be an easy task. So against everyone's advice, I too begin the long swim. About halfway across, I realize I am in deep shit. I am getting exhausted, and the opposite shore is still a LONG way off. All the beer in my stomach is flip-flopping. I vomited, which made it nearly impossible to keep my head above water. I was disoriented. I filled my lungs with air, and did the "dead mans float". I also prayed. I turned back, fixing my eyes on the campfire. No way was I going to make it back. I saw a bright light, which I thought may or may not have been Jesus. It was the Sherrif department's spotlight, and they hauled my drunk, nearly dead ass to shore. Then to the hospital, to check me out. Needless to say, I was lucky. Oh, the other guy who swam across, he was just faking it. He had just swam out far enough to turn back undetected.