Outlanding stories

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

I managed to landout after a 5 minute flight in my 1:48 glide ratio LAK
12 - two fields away from the airfield.

Clinton
LAK 12

Two landouts on the same day. Contest task, landed out (at a
gliderport) while on course, got a tow and rejoined the gaggle on the
return leg, then landed out again (along with just about everybody
else!) when a cloud deck moved in and shut off all lift.

Second landout was in a wheat field, requiring many of the classical
landout "events": hike out to find a farmer, challenge of meeting up
with new crew (pre-cell days), midnight derig and carry-out of glider
from middle of field, etc...

Bags of fun!

wrote:
Two landouts on the same day. Contest task, landed out (at a
gliderport) while on course, got a tow and rejoined the gaggle on the
return leg, then landed out again (along with just about everybody
else!) when a cloud deck moved in and shut off all lift.

So, this gets me to wondering, "What's the worst (best?) landout count
for a single day." I'll admit to a two-bagger twice in my career.
Seems hard to believe that there could be more than two...

Enquiring minds want to know.

Erik Mann
LS8-18 (P3)

Erik, I don't know about the worst count but I know landing out before
getting thru the start gate felt like several landouts at the same time
- Ouch! (Fairfield Regionals, my first contest)

I learned no matter how stupid you want to be, try not to embarass your
crew too!

Bill Watson (Foureyes)

Papa3 wrote:
wrote:

Two landouts on the same day. Contest task, landed out (at a
gliderport) while on course, got a tow and rejoined the gaggle on the
return leg, then landed out again (along with just about everybody
else!) when a cloud deck moved in and shut off all lift.


So, this gets me to wondering, "What's the worst (best?) landout count
for a single day." I'll admit to a two-bagger twice in my career.
Seems hard to believe that there could be more than two...

Enquiring minds want to know.

Erik Mann
LS8-18 (P3)

So, this gets me to wondering, "What's the worst (best?) landout
count for a single day." I'll admit to a two-bagger twice in my
career. Seems hard to believe that there could be more than two...

First prize should factor in # of landouts and total distance. I'll
have to check my old logbooks but I'm pretty sure I've got a two-bagger
with less than 20 total miles (possibly a lot less) from a rained-out
1-26 Nationals in Richmond, Indiana back in the '60s. Bonus points for
landing in the same field more than once in a day: I haven't done it
but I know it's not unprecedented.

Chip Bearden
ASW 24 "JB"

On Tue, 25 Oct 2005 18:18:27 UTC, "Papa3"
wrote:

So, this gets me to wondering, "What's the worst (best?) landout count
for a single day." I'll admit to a two-bagger twice in my career.
Seems hard to believe that there could be more than two...

Borders GC in Northumberland started off winching T21's at the ex RAF
base in Milfield (approximately 12 feet above where the club is now!).
The trick , apparently, was to launch into a north westerly, then
immediately head downwind to Doddington crags three or four miles
away, arriving rather low. If they were working, you spent half an
hour climbing to get just sufficient height for a straight in return.
If not ... you landed at the bottom and the glider was derigged and
returned by road.

T21's have struts and wires and big heavy wings. I am told that the
record - a triumph of hope over experience - was derigging the same
glider, in the same field, six times in one day.

No wonder they embraced aerotowing.

Ian

I heard of someone landed out AFTER going thru the finish gate...

Ramy

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Two landouts on the same day. Contest task, landed out (at a
gliderport) while on course, got a tow and rejoined the gaggle on the
return leg, then landed out again (along with just about everybody
else!) when a cloud deck moved in and shut off all lift.

Second landout was in a wheat field, requiring many of the classical
landout "events": hike out to find a farmer, challenge of meeting up
with new crew (pre-cell days), midnight derig and carry-out of glider
from middle of field, etc...

Bags of fun!

Ramy Yanetz wrote:
I heard of someone landed out AFTER going thru the finish gate...

I believe that was Pete Newgard, many years ago at Minden. We could ask
him (he lives in Washington state now), but what I remember is he was
distracted/delayed in the pattern by other finishers or something
happening on the runway, got too low, and landed in a nearby field.


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Eric Greenwell
Washington State
USA

From New Zealand.
I was competing in a regional contest on a 300km task. Five of us ended up
landing in the same field on a dairy farm 2 hr drive from the airfield we
took off from. After landing the wife of the dairy farmer came walking down
the stock race to see us with her two young kids. One four and the other 6.
She said she was inside the house and the kids where in the front yard when
suddenly the youngest came runing into the house and starting shouting
excititly that there is a plane landing in their field. She looked out but
couldn't see what the fuss was about and as she hadn't heard any aeroplane
engine she thought the kid was playing a game. She sent the little one out
side again and a couple of minutes later she was back inside saying another
plane was landing. Same story again. She looked and didn't hear the engine.
All five of us where pretty low by the time we had made the decision to land
and all arrived one after the other into the field. We where visible while
approaching but disappeared behind some trees into the field so everytime
the Wife looked out she couldn't see anything. By the time I landed last,
the kid was just wandering into the house to annouce in a rather bored voice
that another plane had landed in their field.
The wife then decided to take a short walk to get a better view and was
rather surprised to find 5 gliders parked right where the child had been
pointing the whole time. We all got invited back to the house for a beer.
Which we all partook in. Then ended up having a barbecue dinner with the
family while waiting for the crews. The husband decided we needed more beers
as we had depleted his meagre supply, so jumped into his truck and shot of
into town to the local tavern to get more cans. The tavern he walked into
had one of our fellow competitors in it waiting for his crew. Seemily he was
standing at the bar with a beer in one hand and a local wench under the
other arm and a small crowd of locals listening to his prowess as a glider
pilot defying the odds and the elements to make it this far in his state of
the art weapon. He had landed on the other side of this little village from
us on his way to the final turnpoint. Our farmer said that a whole bunch of
guys had landed on his place. When our intrepid pilot asked where that was,
he laughed lustily and annouced to the listening throng that he would win
the day as he had gotten farther than us. When informed by the farmer that
we had all rounded the turnpoint and we where heading home he had to admit
he may have been a little hasty with the scoring. That gave us all a great
laugh when the farmer relayed all this on his return with the beers. So by
the time the crews showed up we where pretty tanked. My wife who was my crew
at the time took along time to forgive me after I had enjoyed a nice
barbecue dinner with dessert and drinks and the best we could get her on the
way home was a cold service station pie.