We rigged a special travel bowl that hung from a hook on the motor coach's ceiling. No matter how we bounced and yawed, the nylon sling that held the bowl kept the General's water nice and placid.
Let me make this completely clear. A fish the size of my thumb flew a perfectly accurate arc that must have been at least twenty feet in total extent. If he had missed he probably would have died.
I will assume that the General was taking no more risks regarding demise by friendly fire.