I have so many stories I could share but the one that dad would often talk about was when we were stationed at RAF Saxavord in Shetland in 93/94.  We were in a local fishing competition and I tried to help dad by taking the fish off the hook while he was pulling his in. Using a towel as I wasnt keen on touching live fish it tail flipped up and touched my hand. I let out this loud scream which was heard nearly 4miles away at the other end of the loch, I dropped everything and took off.