Landout Laws

JJ Sinclair wrote:
Eric,
Was that Bruce L. that landed in Butte Valley? He said he had the farmer all
calmed down when another glider saw him in the field and decided to land there
also.
Bruce said there was just no controlling the farmer after that.

No, just one glider. As I remember it, the farmer wasn't angry, just
obnoxious. I very vaguely remember "Tom" as the pilot's name, and that
the Sheriff told Tom people around there didn't much like the farmer either.


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Eric Greenwell
Washington State
USA

These stories go on forever...

I'll add one more, then retire from the thread.

I landed out during the Sports Class Nats at Cordele, Georgia (89,
90?). It was a field left fallow among the peanuts. No damage, easy
access, no worries. I walked the half mile to the farmer's house and
knocked. The door opened and out he came, about 5'6", 150 lbs, in
overalls, and clearly interested in what I was doing on his doorstep.
He began talking rapidly. I didn't understand a single word he said.
But I recognized why. It was his unusual accent. I needed to break the
code -- understand the music of it -- then I'd be able to understand
him. The key in such situations is to keep your eyes on the person's
lips. It usually only takes several seconds...

I suddenly became aware that he wasn't talking anymore. He was staring
at me, 6'2" tall, 190 lbs, slightly hunched over, slack jawed,
blinking stupidly, staring at his mouth. Add the silly hat, the open
fly, and a decade old Region 4 tee shirt, threadbare and stained, and
he came to the only logical conclusion...

He was very kind to me after that. Speaking slowly. Offering the
phone. Happy to see that my tenders were able to find me and take me
back whence I'd come.

Moral of the story? Those in need typically recieve aid in proportion
to their need. I'm sure this man thought, "There but for the grace of
God," and responded with kindness. Not particularly wholesome for my
ego. But you go with the flow...

A few years ago I was participating in our club ASA contest series. The
first day I landed out about 50 miles away at a private residential
airstrip. Of course, the inhabitants were extremely welcoming. The met me
with a golf cart, pushed my glider off the runway, immediately got me my
cold drink of choice (Diet Coke), drove me all around the area showing me
each resident's personal aircraft. At each stop we made, we picked up a new
friend so by the time the towplane arrived and I was taking off I had about
20 wing runners and quite a send-off of waving hands.

The next day, also a contest day, I landed (yes) at the same airport and was
immediately met with "we were hoping to see you again but we didn't think it
would be this soon...you like Diet Coke, right?" It was kind of embarassing
but I had another nice afternoon waiting for the towplane.

I would like to add that being a female I pay particular attention to where
I might have to land. I know that because of that I am not as bold as some
of my male friends in pushing out a flight. I am more conscious of staying
in gliding range of a hospitable landing place than say a dilapidated farm
out in the middle of nowhere. I just am more aware that there still may be
problems to face after I land. And if I do have to land out in a field
somewhere I tend to land away from buildings because I really don't want
anyone to see me, I just don't know who or what I'll run into. I'm not
overly paranoid, just cautious. (I also don't walk through dark parking
lots at night.) But I do absolutely love flying cross-country, the farther,
the faster, the better.

Barb

"BMacLean" wrote in
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A few years ago I was participating in our club ASA contest series.
The first day I landed out about 50 miles away at a private
residential airstrip. Of course, the inhabitants were extremely
welcoming. The met me with a golf cart, pushed my glider off the
runway, immediately got me my cold drink of choice (Diet Coke), drove
me all around the area showing me each resident's personal aircraft.
At each stop we made, we picked up a new friend so by the time the
towplane arrived and I was taking off I had about 20 wing runners and
quite a send-off of waving hands.

The next day, also a contest day, I landed (yes) at the same airport
and was immediately met with "we were hoping to see you again but we
didn't think it would be this soon...you like Diet Coke, right?" It
was kind of embarassing but I had another nice afternoon waiting for
the towplane.

I would like to add that being a female I pay particular attention to
where I might have to land. I know that because of that I am not as
bold as some of my male friends in pushing out a flight. I am more
conscious of staying in gliding range of a hospitable landing place
than say a dilapidated farm out in the middle of nowhere. I just am
more aware that there still may be problems to face after I land. And
if I do have to land out in a field somewhere I tend to land away from
buildings because I really don't want anyone to see me, I just don't
know who or what I'll run into. I'm not overly paranoid, just
cautious. (I also don't walk through dark parking lots at night.)
But I do absolutely love flying cross-country, the farther, the
faster, the better.

Barb



My wife and I kind of joke about this.... Elaine Boosler had a bit about
why women have to be more carefull then men... "Oh I'm not going jogging
in the park I have a ****** (insert part of female anatomy that begins
with a "v") with me; If Id'a known, I would have left it at home"

....guess you had to have heard it.. reading it seems kind of lame :-(

oh well.

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