I came to Alaska in 1971 on a direct flight from Seattle to Kodiak. Most on the plane were contract fisherman and cannery workers. A significant percentage were drunk. And proceeded to get drunker. Stewardesses (all female flight attendants) were harassed, people fell down in the aisle. The guy next to me was drinking Mooses Milk (whiskey and milk?) and threw up on me while I was trying to eat. Good times, good times...