On Thu, 09 Dec 2004 04:28:43 GMT, "Casey Wilson"
wrote in %vQtd.755$Qp.517@trnddc01::

Several years ago, when I lived in the north end of San Bernardino,
California, my father-in-law used to land on a concrete slab left over from
a WWII Army supply depot. It was about a mile and a half from the house,
just of the east side of Interstate-15 We had scoped the place out, cleared
some brush, and sunk some anchors for tie downs. He lived and flew in Alaska
and the plane was a C-170B with big flaps and huge mains.
Pop would fly over the house and rack the throttle a couple times to get
my attention, then head for the patch. By the time I got there he'd be
tieing the plane down.
One late evening, right at twilight, we went through the drill. I helped
him finish up the tie-downs and just as we started to unload... Headlights,
spotlights, and cops -- sheriff, Highway patrol, city cops, and we found out
in a few minutes the FBI and DEA -- appeared from every direction!

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Thanks for the great story.

You're lucky you didn't end up like Frank Critzer at Giant Rock.
Rumor is that the San Bernardino or Riverside police lobbed a tear gas
canister into his home and set off the dynamite he had stored there.
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