A quick one while we're on a theme:
There I am sat on the thunderbox in the wooden hut by the flight shack in Wainwright when I hear a bit of a commotion outside and many giggles. Next thing, my hut fills with an assortment of pyrotechnics fizzing, crackling and smoking. I hastily finish my ablutions and rush outside to find my (ex bootie JNCO, newish rodney) det commander looking past the hut at the forest fire he'd just started with his missed shots. I think all Alberta sent it's fire engines.
And yes, we lied!