do they even exist? with smoking not allowed what would they be used for?

I'm gonna go ahead and answer no to this one. I'm sorry mr. old ag what was a fish match?

SMOOCHES
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YOUNG'S YAKUZA
forever 12. forever 15. long live the yakuza

You had to have your fish matches at Midnight Yell Practice in order to provide light for upperclassmen to kiss their dates.

Geez...we must have gone through cases of matches. We literally bought them by the case. The matches had to be in your pocket at all times. All boxes had to be identical with some exact number of matches inside. Inevitably, someone's box would be "off-spec" which would trigger a "fish bonfire" (i.e. everyone's matches were burned in a pile)--seemed to happen a lot at morning formation before marching to breakfast. Just another detail for a fish to keep up with.

Wow, haven't thought about the matches in a long time, lol. Do fish still have to memorize the Duncan menu and stay three meals ahead?

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You're right. I had forgotten all that.

fish Bonfires, I do remember those!

Idk about the menu but class of '15 was the last to report in with what was for chow at the table. They stopped it second semester though. Definitely never heard of fish matches.

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I want to say this last year with chartwells running dining menues weren't out far ahead of time. People just had to show up and see what was there.

So what does the whistle jockey say about what is on for chow?..............Are there still whistle jockeys??



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I've heard that Duncan chow vocabulary has gone away. Terms like bullneck, cackle, deal, gun wadding, blood, baby, rabbit have gone away.

Is that correct young cadets?

If I were to say "shoot the battery acid" would you know what to do?

Still have mine

Sounds like ours were a bit different. We each had to have a bundle of 107 blue tipped matches and on each side of each match we had to write something along the lines of "Redass E-1 Jock fish class of 2007"

So no more cherry cush stories? Sad.

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Sounds like ours were a bit different. We each had to have a bundle of 107 blue tipped matches and on each side of each match we had to write something along the lines of "Redass E-1 Jock fish class of 2007"

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And they were always ate up...

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When I was a fish, almost 10 years ago now, we used a few words, we called our forks pitchforks, knives were sabers, spoons were shovels, glasses were crystals, water was sky, and I can't recall anything else off the top of my head that we actually used. We heard of bullneck, cold cow, and a few others, but we never actually were made to use those words. I know when we called out the menu during calls we just said "bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns," because that's what was always there.

Terms have not completely died out but I would say they are not as prominent as they used to be.
Whistle Jock usually says stuff including the uniform for morning activities, officer of the day and sergeant of the day. I do know of some outfits whistle jock stating what the meal is and they use Duncan terms then but I am told you try to just pull something out of your ass.

Unfortunately we were not taught the Duncan terms and I'm not sure I've ever heard the term fish matches before. I do know that some outfit's WJ are instructed to try to make the upperclassmen laugh with the menu, but not actually give what we will be eating.

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I've heard that Duncan chow vocabulary has gone away. Terms like bullneck, cackle, deal, gun wadding, blood, baby, rabbit have gone away.

Is that correct young cadets?

If I were to say "shoot the battery acid" would you know what to do?

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Therein lies the death of the slang. When you have individual trays as opposed to family style, there is no need to shoot (pass) anything.

And I don't ever recall the silverware having slang terms.

I would think the 'old' Duncan chow term for mayo would not pass muster in the new/integrated Corps. Canyon is correct; when you don't have to pass the bowl/tray of whatever you don't need to know the slang for same. "Shoot the baby" takes on a completely new meaning for cadets of the current era. Duncan chow is probably just as good/bad whatever it is called. Canyon is having a senior moment in NOT remembering 'shovel', 'saber', 'pitchfork'. Some 'stud bucket', him.....LOL

Family Style feeding had lots of components back in the day. Some of my funniest memories are of things that happened during morning/evening chow in Duncan. Sad to see that era go into the history books.



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Shoot the come.

No more reporting in for chow. No wonder the fish are fat. I lost 30 lbs first semester because of evening chow, I was thankful for being a bass fish and eating early and lunch wherever I ate it. Because evening chow was us getting screwed by everyone else then inhaling chow in 5 min or less.

By the way, do they still play


WHOOSE CUSH IS THIS

We still shot the sky my fish year as we had pitchers we set up chow with. Always was fun trying to pour glasses of water and not spill a single drop of water on the table. Pitchers went away my soph year iirc

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MINE SIR!!
But I seriously doubt it. I'm also sure that the flight of the buzzard is long gone as well

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MINE SIR!!
But I seriously doubt it. I'm also sure that the flight of the buzzard is long gone as well

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We still played it as a fish. I am not sure if it was last year or the year before that they told us to stop playing it. I also don't know if it was a Corps, Band, or just an outfit order to stop doing it.

Yeah it probably is a senior moment, but I really don't recall silverware having nicknames.

Speaking of funny moments, do you recall one chow when we were having chicken fried steak, and a waiter dropped an entire tray? After the initial noise and whoops, a bunch of upperclassmen yelled at the fish to GO GET EM and a bunch of us fish scrambled after the fallen meat.

I seem to recall that Mike and Pat Phillips put a quick stop to it, and were NOT HAPPY. Don't recall Bennet's reaction, he probably thought it was good bull.

It was undignified, unmilitary, and funny as hell. The kind of thing you could only get away with in a dining hall full of male cadets and no spectators.

It was also a HUGE stress release to us fish, the kind of thing that kept us sane. Too bad today's cadets can't have that kind of silliness without facing a firing squad.

Don't remember that incident. Chicken Fried Steak night was one of the few that us Zips would show up for @ Duncan. It was good stuff and you got all you wanted back then. Next time I talk to Mike on the phone I will ask if he remembers that caper. I am betting he just might, the boy never forgets nothing.

Now when they had spaghetti for evening chow......



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Do you still have a prayer and announcements @ chow?

The greatest cadet to make announcements in my time was Jeff Brady http://www.linkedin.com/in/jeffbradymedia

Had the pleasure of getting to know Jeff Brady back in the '90's here in San Antonio, while he was at KSAT. He was an active member of the San Antonio A&M Club and also helped in our CLO activities. Fine guy all around. He got a better TV anchor gig up in DFW but I think he left the TV bix to work on his own media company. Hope he is doing well.

So I take it that fish no longer eat at a "brace"?

My fish year in the fall of '99 we didn't eat in a brace - we ate at attention.
Pissheads were still eating in a brace when I graduated.

If memory serves me correctly, years ago their was a thread long ago posted on all the names we used for chow items. anyone care to look that up.

I guess the greatest think that a proud dad like me enjoyed was seeing my son wear my brass and wearing my class a hat that his mom signed my name in while at the tu game at Kyle.

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Is this what you're thinking of? Pretty good list from Lee72: http://texags.com/main/forum.reply.asp?topic_id=1857007&page=2&forum_id=63

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Also from THE STANDARD 4th ed:
Artillery = Beans
Baby = Mustard
Blanket = Hot Cake
Blood = Catsup
Bucket = Water pitcher
Bull Neck = Meat
Cackle = Eggs
China = Cup (as in coffee cup)
Cow = Milk
Cold Cow = Ice Cream
Cush = Dessert
Cush Plate = Dessert Plate
Deal = Bread
Dirt = Pepper
Dago = Macaroni
Dope = Coffee (Dope refers to airplane dope, not drugs)
Dry Cush = Cookies
Grease = Butter
Horse Feed = Corn
Hot Stuff = Hot Sauce
Lube = Gravy
Mud = Chocolate Milk
Mush = Hot Cooked Cereal
Popeye = Spinach
Rabbit = Salad
Red Rabbit = Beets and Tomatoes
Dead Rabbit = Cabbage
Reg = Syrup
Sand = Salt
Sand And = Salt and Pepper
Sawdust = Sugar
Scabs = Dry Cereal
Shingles = Crackers
Shot = Peas
Shotgun = Pepper Sauce
Shovel = Spoon
Sky = Water
Sour = Lemon
Sour Rabbit = Pickles and Onions
Spuds = Potatoes
Stud = Tea
Sunshine = Carrots
Sweetstuff = Jelly or preserves
Timber = Toothpicks
Tree Tops = Broccoli
Tub = Bowl
Wiggle = Jello
Winchester = Worcestershire Sauce
Worms = Spaghetti
Wrinkles = Prunes

Not on the list were "BUZZ BERRIES"...if you remember what they are, you probably got to eat one at your table because your fish bud messed up...or maybe you did. We had a fish at our table who couldn't help "buzzing" (grinning or smirking), so we ate a lot of buzz berries. They are the green peppers in the clear bottles that give the hot to the vinegar contained therein. If someone messed up or "buzzed" at the table, we had to pass the bottle around, retrieve a "buzz berry" from it and eat it BUT not until instructed to do so. We sat there with that thing on our tongue until everyone got a pepper from the bottle. Then we were instructed to chew...not swallow...just chew. Then we were instructed to put our tongues out so the p-heads could see that we had chewed the pepper up good before we were given permission to swallow it. And, of course, they wouldn't let us follow it up with sky or cow or whatever for a moment (that felt like an eternity). After a bunch of those episodes, we ended up substituting green beans in a bottle. Took a few times before the upper classmen got wise to us, so we got to go on bloody cross hikes around the quad at high port arms!

Can you say GOOD BULL? Whooop!!!

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I told my son about having to serve hot corner at meals. You never got to eat b/c you were always making sure everyone had plenty.

Also when serving hot corner you always had some pisshead waiter who would crap you out that evening during tatoo because you made him work.

You never won on hotcorner if the waiter brought too much you got crapped out and if he didn't bring enough you got crapped out by the pissheads at your table.

All it took was just one stare by a pisshead and you know to show up at his hole at 11 pm. No words ever spoken you just showed up.

banged on the door " Sir fish------Sir may I have permission to enter Sir?"

My son enjoyed my stories. we usually got to play "coo coo" or sit the pink stool and catch butterflies and duck walk

my favorite was baby.