Chester SC, USA late 80s. Couldn't quite make the final glide home.
Knowing that there were plenty of landable fields approaching from the
NE, I pushed on lower, hoping.... I spotted a familiar golf course and
decided to pack it in. Golf courses are not typically choice spots for
such operations but the driving range had a nice flat expanse with an
approach between the trees. I knew that it was short and would require
good airspeed control and heavy braking.

A quick turn, short final and touchdown in front of a half dozen
startled golfers. A little fast with lousy brakes contributed to
overrunning the planned landing area. A nicely contoured drainage
ditch brought me to an abrupt but safe stop with the nose resting on the
opposite side of the ditch. No problem, I know the drill. Beyond being
****ed off, all is well.

I walk up to the clubhouse and ask for a phone. The curious are asking
questions. I try to hold back the competitive bitching and answer the
usual questions.

"Hey, you know another glider did the same thing here last year?"

"Really"

"Yeah, in fact there's a picture of it over here on the bulletin board."

"You don't say..."

"Why heck, that's you!"

"Yes it is (you SOB)"

.... and don't you know I pinned the glider in the same ditch in exactly
the same way.

Bill "Foureyes" Watson

bagmaker wrote:
OK, Ive not done one.
Been checked out, approved and even go to the "all ready to break my
outlanding virginity" stage during many flights -only to be saved by a
low thermal or afternooon crop fire. So, outlanding is an interesting
idea that I am sure to come to grips with soon enough, weather (not)
permitting.
Who has the best stories of outlanding around? Long walks, cold nights,
new friends/lovers -nothing horrific please- crop damage, ego damage,
bugs, all that stuff.
I cant wait!
Wayne Carter