OK. Here is aa funny one involving me, my "Professional Booze Hounds" and shore leave in a third world country.
So we are sitting in a strip club somewhere in Manta, Ecuador. For ten USD you get admission to the place, a bottle of Rum and a Two Liter of CocaCola (and in typical squid fashion, your choice of one of the girls. This was awesome. Well, it would have been awesome except the zeros marked it off limits. Of course, myself and my hand picked crew of professional, single drunks made a bee-line for the place. We come to discover it is full of the ship's and MarFor officers....
Many bottles of rum and gorgeous South American women followed...
I ended up at a table BSing with a couple of Marine Helo jocks.
We talked about blowing shit up. Things devolved quickly as my Scots Irish/ German hillbilly genes alllow me to consume copius amounts of booze with little effect. The poor pilots really tried to keep up, but after a few hours of fifths of rum, they got grouchy.
Invariably this led to shit talking and agressiveness:
"Goddamn CIWS is for pussies!"
"yeah, and marine helos are only good for hauling mail!"
"CIWS can't even shoot down a helo!"
"Wanna bet!?!?"
So the plan was hatched. I needed to to some PAC fires and a few tracking runs as part of my monthly and quartely PMs and the helo jocks volunteered to play target. They bet me a months pay in cash I couldn't get a lock on them. The ships officers agreed to set it up as they knew I always had something up my sleeve and wanted bragging rights.
For those that do not know, CIWS is point defense. It only targets stuff that is a threat to the ship as in inbound and decreasing altitude, et al a missile of aircraft on a strafing run. There is also a minimum inbound velocity requirement. I knew the helo jocks knew this, or they wouldn't have made the bet. They felt it was impossible for me to get a lock.
So, I did a few PAC fires to show off and empty the ammo drum. I then loaded the drum up with dummy rounds for the fly bys.
The fly boys got in the air and started their runs. I placed the mount in AAW Auto (Automatic Anti-Air Warefare) and stepped out from CIC to the bridge to watch and listen. In this mode the mount takes care of itself, but the dummy rounds keep it from shredding anything.
The helos made a few passes, and every time the mount scanned, tracked, locked, illuminated and fired. The bridge officers were cheering and patting me on the back. they also were begging to find out "what I had done" to the mounts to be able to shoot helos.
Truth is I did nothing.
The helo jocks were bitching over coms about how I cheated. Everyone knows "Cheese Whiz" can't shoot helos, they are too slow. Yet, every inbound pass, my outdated Block 0 gun mounts opend up on the poor frustrated bastards.
That evening, the helo jocks showed up in the mess decks.
People gathered round to hear how I had done it.
The pilots claimed I cheated.
I explained I had not cheated, and that I had never gotten a lock on a helo.
Everyone argued I had.
I repeated the truth. I never got a lock on the helo. Ever.
The jocks stated that if that was the case, they wouldn't pay.
I explained the bet was whether or not CIWS can shoot down helos.
Everyone agreed this was true.
The jocks, confused, took the bait.
Well if you didn't get a lock as you claim, you couldn't have shot us down. We still win.
I replied, "Really? How far can you fly without rotors?"
There was silence, followed by laughter at the jocks reaction.
I later showed them the data record I made on the CIWS computer. It was my proof they had to pay. It clearly showed the radar outputs. It also showed I was not lying. I never did ge a lock on the helos. They were moving too slow. The ends of the rotors however, were more than fast enough.
The beauty of CIWS is that it is designed for extremely small radar signatures. If you could throw a tennis ball fast enough, I could shoot it down.
After showing them the record files, I repeated "So, how far can you fly without rotors?"
They paid up just before we got to Guam. I don't remember much about Guam. I do know I was carried back to the ship, completely broke, and so drunk I spent two days in sick bay on an IV...