Aviation Story

On 28 Jan 2004 01:06 PM, Errol Groff posted the following:

What is the difference between a fairy tale and a sea story?

A fairy tail always starts "Once upon a time"

A sea story always starts with "No ****...this really happened!"

The version of this that I heard had a bush pilot story starting with
"Now this ain't no bull****!"

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Back when I was skydiving it went: "There I was and this ain't no ****"


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How to get the attention of a Border Patrol agent gassing his Cub in
Marfa, TX, late afternoon:

Lay several foil wrapped packages on the apron; begin stuffing them
into Baggies; then into a trash bag; then rolled up in an almost
deflated air mattress which is crammed into a metal Coleman ice chest.
Then use a roll of duct tape to secure the whole affair. Hurriedly
pitch it in a 172.

T-bones and baked potatoes will survive bouncing through the brush and
cactus to appreciative Rio Grande canoe paddlers.

The lid on that thing still doesn't close right.

Hasn't anyone ever eluded the instructors and simply run off? I have always
wondered about this. Some where, some how, somebody would have to play the
game, and just leave the course. Wouldn't they?


" jls" wrote in message
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A friend from Texas who worked for the railroad and liked to fly his
supercub along the tracks decided to have a little fun one night. He
flew
just off the ground down the tracks and just before he got in sight of a
freight train roaring down the tracks, he turned on his landing light and
proceeded head-on at full speed, headlight to headlight. A hundred yards
or so before the inevitable collision he pulled up and climbed away,
behind
the peppy O-235. But by that time the horrified engineer had locked down
the brakes on the train. You should not be bothered with the details,
which were quite messy.

The next day he awoke to find headlines in the local newspaper, "Train
Almost Collides with UFO; Cars Derailed."

Statute of limitations has run, he says, and, "Don't you be gettin' no
ideas."

On Sat, 24 Jan 2004 09:49:42 -0500, jls wrote:

A friend from Texas who worked for the railroad and liked to fly his
supercub along the tracks decided to have a little fun one night. He
flew just off the ground down the tracks and just before he got in sight
of a freight train roaring down the tracks, he turned on his landing
light and proceeded head-on at full speed, headlight to headlight. A
hundred yards or so before the inevitable collision he pulled up and
climbed away, behind the peppy O-235. But by that time the horrified
engineer had locked down the brakes on the train. You should not be
bothered with the details, which were quite messy.

The next day he awoke to find headlines in the local newspaper, "Train
Almost Collides with UFO; Cars Derailed."

Statute of limitations has run, he says, and, "Don't you be gettin' no
ideas."

My uncle Art (since passed on) spent a few years instructing on Harvards
(T-6s for those in the USA) in the RCAF. He told me that he used to enjoy
doing the "fly down the railroad at night and turn on the light thing"
too. He was based in the prairies, so the land was very flat.

Art also told me a story about a time when he saw a farmer on a combine in
a large field. Art flew low over the farmer and blew his hat off. The
farmer stopped, retrieved his hat, and climbed back on the combine. Art
blew his hat off again. When he made the third pass he noted that the
combine was stopped and the farmer seemed to be trying to remove some
jammed wheat with a pitch fork. Just as the Harvard approached the
combine at about 10 ft, the farmer suddenly turned around and threw the
pitch fork at the aircraft. It went right up over the wing. Art didn't
blow hats off any more farmers after that.

--
Kevin Horton RV-8 (finishing kit)
Ottawa, Canada
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Many years ago, and I do mean many!

I was a teen ager out on the Farmall A, cultivating beans the first
time through.

I don't think there is anything in this world that takes less brains
than cultivating beans the first time through. You just sit there,
"in the heat", with the tractor idling along, and keeping the rows
between the shoes.

It was about mid afternoon and I had been doing this exciting job
since day break. All of a sudden my day dreaming was interrupted by
this tremendous noise. I whipped around to see an F-80 pulling up with
one whale of a cloud of dust billowing up behind me. I was headed
north, he was headed east. Couldn't have been much more than a couple
of wing spans behind me. I was still fascinated, seeing him climb out
like that when I realized the tractor was still moving, but who knew
where.

I had to get off the tractor, and count rows to get back where I
belonged. Worst case of "cultivator blight" I ever saw.

Roger Halstead (K8RI & ARRL life member)
(N833R, S# CD-2 Worlds oldest Debonair)
www.rogerhalstead.com

"Roger Halstead" wrote in message
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Many years ago, and I do mean many!

I was a teen ager out on the Farmall A, cultivating beans the first
time through.

I don't think there is anything in this world that takes less brains
than cultivating beans the first time through. You just sit there,
"in the heat", with the tractor idling along, and keeping the rows
between the shoes.

It was about mid afternoon and I had been doing this exciting job
since day break. All of a sudden my day dreaming was interrupted by
this tremendous noise. I whipped around to see an F-80 pulling up with
one whale of a cloud of dust billowing up behind me. I was headed
north, he was headed east. Couldn't have been much more than a couple
of wing spans behind me. I was still fascinated, seeing him climb out
like that when I realized the tractor was still moving, but who knew
where.

I had to get off the tractor, and count rows to get back where I
belonged. Worst case of "cultivator blight" I ever saw.

Roger Halstead

So does anyone know what the correct separation is between a F-80 and a
tractor, for wake turbulence? g
--
Jim in NC


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On Mon, 02 Feb 2004 02:20:22 GMT, Roger Halstead
wrote:

Many years ago, and I do mean many!

I was a teen ager out on the Farmall A, cultivating beans the first
time through.

I don't think there is anything in this world that takes less brains
than cultivating beans the first time through. You just sit there,
"in the heat", with the tractor idling along, and keeping the rows
between the shoes.

It was about mid afternoon and I had been doing this exciting job
since day break. All of a sudden my day dreaming was interrupted by
this tremendous noise. I whipped around to see an F-80 pulling up with
one whale of a cloud of dust billowing up behind me. I was headed
north, he was headed east. Couldn't have been much more than a couple
of wing spans behind me. I was still fascinated, seeing him climb out
like that when I realized the tractor was still moving, but who knew
where.

I had to get off the tractor, and count rows to get back where I
belonged. Worst case of "cultivator blight" I ever saw.

Roger Halstead (K8RI & ARRL life member)
(N833R, S# CD-2 Worlds oldest Debonair)
www.rogerhalstead.com

About twenty years ago, I was sitting on a boulder just after daylight
with the sun to my back. I was mule deer hunting 20 miles north of Big
Bend National Park. Suddenly a dark shadow fell over me; and then an
earth shattering roar. My first thought was that I was breakfast for a
lion.

Three B-52's were doing terrain following maybe 200 AGL. Low enough to
feel the breeze and smell the smoke.

Three B-52's were doing terrain following maybe 200 AGL. Low enough to
feel the breeze and smell the smoke.


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'Oil Burner' route. Usta be a regular section in the Notams.

Interesting to see a Buf BELOW you... when you were puttering along in a Cub
:-)

-R.S.Hoover

On 03 Feb 2004 02:24:55 GMT, (Veeduber) wrote:


Three B-52's were doing terrain following maybe 200 AGL. Low enough to
feel the breeze and smell the smoke.


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'Oil Burner' route. Usta be a regular section in the Notams.

Interesting to see a Buf BELOW you... when you were puttering along in a Cub

There is a ridge that runs N/S about 15 miles west of US27 near Clare
Michigan The ridge is probably 300 to 400 feet high. On top is a
radio tower.

I used to end up on that tower several times a week. I don't know how
many times I was sitting up there working away when I'd hear a high
pitched whistle and have just enough time to look west and down to see
a fighter pass a few hundred yards to the west of me.

The MOA starts at 7000, but as I recall there is also a low altitude
route through there.

I nearly always carried my camera up there with me, but I never once
had enough warning to just grab it and take a shot.

Bout 60 to 80 miles east of us is an "oil burner" route right up
through the center of the thumb and across the bay towards Oscoda.
They still use it, but when Oscoda was an active base those routes
were busy. It was a place where the VFR pilots wanted to stay at
3000:-))

Yah know, I was just thinking of that F80 back in the 50s. You
weren't getting any training in Michigan back then were you Bob?

Roger Halstead (K8RI & ARRL life member)
(N833R, S# CD-2 Worlds oldest Debonair)
www.rogerhalstead.com

:-)

-R.S.Hoover