You take a a flat stone, twist your wrist, coil your elbow and release hitting the water just right and sending the stone delicately hopping across the surface.
Or there's one big splash and you hope no ones watching.
I grew up knowing it as skipping stones, as opposed to skimming stones. Skimming means something very different here. I’m actually pretty good. I only found out a couple years ago that there are fairly major competitions for skipping stones. I learned about it by finding an article about “cheating” at the world championships. 😂😂😂 No joke, but it’s still pretty funny! If i had known there were competitions, i might have gone for it. My personal best is fourteen skips that i could count and the stone traveled probably fifty yards before i couldn’t track it anymore. When i was skipping a lot, ten was pretty common. Unfortunately for me the record was nearly a hundred. I’m not THAT good. 😂😂😂
When much younger, my friends and I used to have contests to see who could get the most skips o na small pond near my home. The water surface was almost always very clam, like a plate of glass. If I remember correctly, best I ever had was 24 skips. Of course, it was more typical to have 7 or 8 skips.
The key is finding the perfect stone, flat on the bottom, about the size of your palm, not too heavy, and slightly convex on top, which apparently helps the aerodynamics (air flow). You throw it slightly elevated from horizontal between your thumb and pointer finger, causing it to rotate.
Omg, I've not done this in forever, but back when I was a kid my father would take me and my siblings to this lake; we'd go fishing, swimming, and hiking the trails. Well one of our favorite pastimes was skipping stones. I really struggled with it at first, but my dad told me that if I could get 5 skips, he'd get us all ice cream. And your girl was determined! I got 7 skips, and we all got ice cream, lol.
I'm a GenX. The defining feature of GenX is that we were sent outside to play as kids, not to return until the street lights came on. No one cared what we did, as long as we were outside and not making noise or messes inside the house.
So, when we weren't riding bikes or skateboards or building something or playing war or climbing trees, we were out exploring, and lakes and creeks were central territories for exploration and adventure. To put it plainly, we spent a lot of time around the water, which naturally means that we skipped a lot of rocks across the water.
It was even better when we went camping near an active river, because that's where you found an endless supply of flat, round, smooth rocks perfect for skipping. My record stands at 13 skips, though my godmother's son, who was like an older brother to me growing up, managed 14.
Yes, I’m very talented. You throw it side armed hitting the top of the water and it skips several paces at fast speeds The Rock hitting the water i’ve done that many times with success
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