Field parties, did you do them ?
 

Don't know how we got on the subject ,but wifey and I were talking about our youth.
I grew up in a nice sterile rural/suburban middle class neighborhood.
There was lots of vacant land. People came from all over the Pittsburgh area to ride dirt bikes near my home. We had quite the network of trails, and riding area carved out.
Also , was a great place to party . We had a designated spot called " the tree "
You could get cars back in there, but it was not easy .
We had pretty big parties back in there. We would pass out fliers at school. We always managed to get a bunch of party balls, or kegs, haul it in and have a blast . I can remember people coming out from the city to party with us . We had a lookout for the police, and a get away route . We had permanent tables and chairs.
About a mile away, was a 7/up distribution center, and we used to raid their dumpster . If a case of soda was damaged, it would go in the dumpster . Once a week , we would haul out all their damaged products and stock our party spot . I can remember towing shopping carts full of damaged soda cans with an ATC 250r .
Every Friday/Saturday , there would be 100 kids, dirt bikes/trikes ( we did not have quads yet ) and cars lined up on the road by the trail leading back to the spot . We would build huge fires , play loud music, and get rip rocked drunk and burn stuff . I think we even had a band back in there once .
Did this go on in other places in the country , or just in rural areas ? Got any good stories ?

During summer, the only H.S. aged parties I recall were outside in my rural hometown. Winters really cut into that activity. I wasn't a big party sort as it seemed pretty pointless and a GF who made for different recreational activities...

Yes. Especially on the beach here.

Also when anyone's parents went away - party at their house, of course.

One phase I remember were the tequila parties....oh man......sometimes I don't know how I survived this far.

Yep.

Called em Bush Parties

Funny fact the community I live in now was where many bush parties I attended were; twin bridges, no homes about 10 minutes out of town. Now full community within the city.

Sounds like a great idea for a movie plot... Sort of like Porky's!

The parties I attended were usually in someone's parents house. If the parents were away it was on.
No mobile phones back then so you'd rarely get crashers.

Wild times ;)

Oh yeah. We would go to country parks that had remote areas, and good view if the cops were coming.

Growing up hard in the city it would have been impossible to find a spot like that anywhere close by. Every community had their group but it wasn't so territorial that you couldn't crash a party. In fact, it was a fact that if you had a party, crashers would come. If they were bad actors they would be asked to leave but if they contained cute girls, all were welcome.

So the city was one great big party — if you could find it.

My kids don't party like I did. They have no idea what they're missing.

We had flood wall parties , the flood wall was next to the Susquehanna river . Wow some crazy stuff happened there . The mixture of Gennesee Cream Ale and Boone's farm apple wine = legendary projectile vomiting !!! Got my hands up a girls shirt for the first time at a flood wall party ...... good times

We usually headed down to West Beach on Galveston Island. We would drive down the beach and look for a deserted place far from anyone else and back our cars up to the sand dunes. Some one would invariably have an 8 track with speakers mounted in the rear deck under the back window. You could then pop the trunk and project music back to where we would build a fire. Cheap webbed lawn chairs and ice chests full of beer. On rare occasions in late summer, there would be a moonless night and what we called a blue tide. A bloom of bio-luminescent plankton in the water that would glow blue whenever disturbed. The breaking waves, swimming fish, crabs or people swimming would all be outlined in tiny blue lights. Walking on the wet sand would produce glowing pads around each step. Great times.

i grew up with Desert-Parties. El Paso TX.

a bunch of 4x4's and loud music..bonfire. someone always starts a bonfire.

We had a place just outside of town that was an abandoned tract development. It had the streets and curbs in but no other development. We'd go out there and drink beer. We called it our "country club".

All the best parties were outside, remote.

When I was 16 in California Westlake Village was being built...great roads in the hills with nothing around but great views from what is now South Shore Hills Park. We'd race old bikes at night down the roads, fairly steep hills, put them in the back of a truck do it again, hammered. Not a helmet in sight.

In South Carolina they called them, "Woods Parties". First time and last time I ever had a "Purple Jesus" was at my first Woods Party in South Carolina.

Once bitten...

Ours was the "Yacht Club".
Kuna Idaho.
Landlocked desert.

I have no idea who came up (too many people taking the credit) with that one, but we had tee shirts and everything.

Yup. Had a trail in the woods where we would drive in, drink beer, listen to music and tend the fire.

The beach was also good for parties. Just about every Friday and Saturday night.

House parties were good as well, when they were just a rumor.

Many field parties/boat parties/ places we probably shouldn't be parties.

but one of the neater ones was-

Friend had a deuce and a half military truck and he would put it in low range drive and let it idle through fields (overgrown power line easements-going lengthwise with the easements) at about 1-2 mph. With the cover off the back, the truck was essentially an open patio with two long benches/coolers/ assorted chairs. We'd all sit in the back and drink (driver included-but it wasn't technically drinking and driving since he was in the back with us and there was no one driving :) ), only climbing up front to the drivers seat to occasionally correct the steering when needed. It was a true land barge. When the grass was fully grown in the summer, this mobile patio would cut over/through the growth like a pontoon boat as the long grass would blow around us in the breeze.

Very surreal.

Half of us had 4x4s...the rest thought they did :)....hundreds of parties 'til we all went to college. Half-dozen "regular" spots...many smaller ones...all nighters, dozens, sometimes hundreds of teens. Summer of '76...that's when it began for us....

Parents....all of them....clueless ;). Some even went out of town...that wuz a mistake :(

We had bush parties.
That's what we had. Bush.
Lots of it....

I remember driving my VW Thing across this little berm by the river and getting stuck when the berm collapsed into a big mud puddle.
A group of bikers were partying not too far away and 4 or 5 guys from that group came over and picked up the back of the thing and walked it over to solid ground.
One of them said "hit it" and I did. Covered them in mud....
I drove about 50 yards away, got out and said thanks and got the hell out of there....
Good times.

Hated parties of all kinds. Just not my thing. So, no.

Keg Parties even if there wasn't a keg. We had several areas that were dead end roads or city parks. Some nights it was so dark you couldn't tell who people were. And of course there were fights.

Back in the late 1900’s Linda Roger’s parents were out of town one weekend so she threw a party by accident. Word got out during the Friday night basketball game that there’s a party at her house. She was rich.

There was a big card game in the really expensive-looking dining room that had an attached wine room or whatever it’s called and people would just grab a bottle chug some and pass it around. I got nervous and left when somebody dragged the garden hose into the sunken living room...

No, never went to a party or heard of one although there was plenty of open land. I know small groups of two or three...got together and drank or smoked dope sometimes, but nothing much larger.

^^^^ They weren't called "parties".... just teens hanging out. Actually can't recall anything but mebbe some beer drinkin' at most of them.
Gas was scarce...couldn't afford to cruise...so everyone just "hung out"...never any fights. Good times...

We went to the river

We had a couple of venues in the mountains. Kegs of beer, sixers, BYOB. We never drove out, we always slept overnight and came home in the AM. Cops never came up, but they would have if anyone should drive out. Unspoken rules between cops and kids.

I had jury duty many years ago when I lived in northern VA. A bunch of teens had a keg party in a field out near Dulles airport. One kid beat another kid so bad his head was about twice its normal size (the cops had color pictures) because the guy said something to his girlfriend. Several of the teenaged witnesses said "I had 5 or 6 beers but I wasn't drunk." We ultimately convicted.

In door pool? lol ;)

I was a city rat so no open fields. We did have our version of Central Park with some ball fields and a few patches of trees. Frisbees and barefoot girls...good times.

Oh, you bet! The Northern Va area ( where I still live ) was fairly rural in the mid 70's to mid 80's. Typically on someone's property that gave permission, usually had a band of some sort, kegs, weed, etc. There was a cover charge per head. Always a blast!

I don't remember things getting so out of hand that the police showed up. Sometimes they would show up but it was to check things out. Very organized as we were....professionals....Ha!

A good friend of mine had parents who were pretty loose. While still in high school, we started organizing semi-regular parties in his basement that we 'decorated' with cast-off furniture, discarded lights and bits of junk that we picked up around town. Beer & wine were pinched from the home's rather large liquor supply. The drinking age was 21 and we were all underage, but the parents reasoned that if the kids were gonna drink, better that we did it there rather than drive across the state line where the legal age was 18. In today's world, they'd probably find themselves in jail for allowing that kind of thing.
At first, it was only our small group of friends, but before long, the word spread and more & more kids started showing up. After a while, there were more people there who we didn't know than those we did. There was an in-ground pool in the backyard and as the parties got bigger & bigger, people naturally started spilling out into the yard. There was lots of loud music, skinny-dipping and noisy partying right in the middle of this suburban tract-home neighborhood. The neighbors would occasionally call the cops but the parents would assure them that there was no drinking and that they were chaperoning the whole thing. Don't know how they got away with that but it seemed to work. Once the crowds got too big, the parents finally clamped down and put an end to the parties.

Looking back now, I don't know how the neighbors put up with it...that kind of thing would drive me crazy now if it were happening right next door.
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Back in high school we had parties at a local closed/flooded quarry. One of the bands I was in used to do outdoor biker parties. Those were wild crazy times.

We had a great place that HS kids went to for years.. It was an old roadside rest area on HWY 190 between La. and Miss. It used to be the only HWY but when interstate 10 opened up, this old hwy became desolate, especially on weekends at night. In my many years of going out there, I have never seen or heard of the cops ever going out that far. What a blast that place was. We simply called it "Roadside". About 20+ years ago, they turned it into some wildlife preserve or something.

We did not have a name for them. No standard location. Just like spontaneous combustion, they happened. Sometimes by a lake or near a barn. Beer, Boones Farm and pot. Not sure why we never ended up in jail.:D:D

Yup. We had all sorts of places we used to go.

The pump house, the pit (gravel pit), Baylis (bush), and 2 or 3 other places I can’t remember what we called them.

We had some great times, there were fights, people got wasted, it was crazy. If you wore high tops, you had to have a turn walking through the fire.

Also, if you let out a loud cheer, some other drunken yahoo would always return it with an similar reply.

We had "Pond Parties" where my friends parents would leave home and travel to see family in NM, for 6 weeks every Summer. They had a 2 acre pond that we would have almost daily parties, and epic blowouts on the weekends including skinny dipping, and a toga party.

The drink of choice was usually whatever beer was on sale, but mixed several barrels of "hairy buffalo" where a few gallons of fruit punch were supplemented by every person showing up with a bottle of their favorite poison....good times !

I never REALLY attended a party in hs. I learned sumthin' in college though :)

Jail..."good kids"....get a pass....'cause there were no cell phones back then....TRUTH!

The Flash, back of the club, Cherokee Hills Merry Hills, Spring Hill, the quarry, some just a mile away over the Co. line....we made 4x4 trails through mud bogs for a few. The power lines :).....bite me Barney ;)!