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One of those little things I'll never forget
Back in the middle 90’s I was regularly deer hunting a certain piece of property, and I got the idea (probably from some hunting article) to get my own aerial photographs of the place.
I made a few calls and priced an hour of flight time, and as I recall I paid $225 to go up in a rubber-band powered Cessna for one hour. That price would probably be at least double today!
The appointed day and time came and I met the pilot at the field, and somewhere in the conversation to book the jaunt either he didn’t hear me, or I failed to tell him, that the purpose of the ride was to take photographs. So after we were already strapped in, and with the engine running, he expressed surprise at the appearance of the camera in my lap. So he jumps out of the idling aircraft, runs around to my side and takes the passenger side door OFF and stows it in the rear of the fuselage. Now I’ve never been a big seat-belt advocate, but you can bet your ass that when I realized what he was doing, I hitched my seat-beat up as tight as I could get it!
We took off and WOW what a view! It was so loud that you could hardly hear yourself think of course, and the only way the pilot and I could communicate was with headsets. In far less time than it took to drive there, we were over my hunting property and flying level at 1500 feet. I instructed my driver to try and fly on an east/west axis so all my photos would be oriented either looking north or south.
When we came over the first spot that I was particularly eager to see I asked him to bank the plane “a bit” so I could get a better angle for my photos. He banked it a little bit all right. Where a moment before I was looking at a green carpet below me, now I was looking at green wallpaper! He banked the airplane a full ninety degrees and I found myself looking straight down even though it felt like I was looking outward. Great for the photos I admit – but it took some getting used to.
When we were done and returning to the airfield, as he banked the plane to get lined up on the runway, the pilot pointed out something in the trees below us. I asked what the unrecognizable shape was and over the roar of the engine he replied “It’s a wrecked aircraft that went down here last summer – nobody was killed though!” That’s a disconcerting thing to hear from your pilot as you’re coming in on final approach.
I got some great photos that day and I made good use of them for many years thereafter. Sadly the area was completely logged out at some point and I stopped hunting there. The photos no longer being of any use I threw most of them away. But I kept this one just to remember the occasion.
Six months or so after I made my photo flight, my pilot was killed in that same plane, and on that same airfield, when he crashed while trying to pickup an advertising banner.
I made a few calls and priced an hour of flight time, and as I recall I paid $225 to go up in a rubber-band powered Cessna for one hour. That price would probably be at least double today!
The appointed day and time came and I met the pilot at the field, and somewhere in the conversation to book the jaunt either he didn’t hear me, or I failed to tell him, that the purpose of the ride was to take photographs. So after we were already strapped in, and with the engine running, he expressed surprise at the appearance of the camera in my lap. So he jumps out of the idling aircraft, runs around to my side and takes the passenger side door OFF and stows it in the rear of the fuselage. Now I’ve never been a big seat-belt advocate, but you can bet your ass that when I realized what he was doing, I hitched my seat-beat up as tight as I could get it!
We took off and WOW what a view! It was so loud that you could hardly hear yourself think of course, and the only way the pilot and I could communicate was with headsets. In far less time than it took to drive there, we were over my hunting property and flying level at 1500 feet. I instructed my driver to try and fly on an east/west axis so all my photos would be oriented either looking north or south.
When we came over the first spot that I was particularly eager to see I asked him to bank the plane “a bit” so I could get a better angle for my photos. He banked it a little bit all right. Where a moment before I was looking at a green carpet below me, now I was looking at green wallpaper! He banked the airplane a full ninety degrees and I found myself looking straight down even though it felt like I was looking outward. Great for the photos I admit – but it took some getting used to.
When we were done and returning to the airfield, as he banked the plane to get lined up on the runway, the pilot pointed out something in the trees below us. I asked what the unrecognizable shape was and over the roar of the engine he replied “It’s a wrecked aircraft that went down here last summer – nobody was killed though!” That’s a disconcerting thing to hear from your pilot as you’re coming in on final approach.
I got some great photos that day and I made good use of them for many years thereafter. Sadly the area was completely logged out at some point and I stopped hunting there. The photos no longer being of any use I threw most of them away. But I kept this one just to remember the occasion.
Six months or so after I made my photo flight, my pilot was killed in that same plane, and on that same airfield, when he crashed while trying to pickup an advertising banner.
Labels:
Hunting,
Personal remembrances
Thursday
Government sponsored thievery
If only people would realize that government is not here to help you, BUT TO ROB YOU!
Thanks to Old Jarhead for pointing this out.
Thanks to Old Jarhead for pointing this out.
Labels:
Economics,
Rotten Politicians,
Socialism
Monday
That's a hell of a lot of .40 ammo
So Dept of Homeland Stupidity ... er ... Security, just awarded a contract to a Minnesota firm for:
450 MILLION ROUNDS OF .40 AMMO
Now that's an awful lot of ammo for an agency that WON'T be landing on the shores of Iwo Jima anytime soon!
Thanks to Joel for the head's up.
This reminds me of when the FBI was purchasing 20 mm canons. And makes about as much sense!
450 MILLION ROUNDS OF .40 AMMO
Now that's an awful lot of ammo for an agency that WON'T be landing on the shores of Iwo Jima anytime soon!
Thanks to Joel for the head's up.
This reminds me of when the FBI was purchasing 20 mm canons. And makes about as much sense!
Labels:
Current Events,
Nanny State,
Police,
Shooting
Thursday
The Obama personality cult shows its true flag
Now, in addition to glowing halos about the Dear Leader's head, the Obamanistas have designed an appropriate flag for their movement. I wonder how their new pledge will read.
Edited to add:
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United Socialist States of AmeriKa, and to The Messiah for which it stands. One World Empire, under Him, indistinguishable from Him, with conformity and oppression for all.
Read the article here
Edited to add:
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United Socialist States of AmeriKa, and to The Messiah for which it stands. One World Empire, under Him, indistinguishable from Him, with conformity and oppression for all.
Read the article here
Tuesday
Another former Marine murdered by the police
An elderly man's medical alert system is somehow triggered resulting in paramedics and cops being dispatched. When it's all said and done he's lying in a pool of his own blood with two cop bullet holes in his chest.
Read this disgusting story, and then tell me how cops are here to protect and serve!
[spit]
Here's a particularly telling quote from the soon-to-be-dead old man:
"Officers, why do you have your guns out?"
Read this disgusting story, and then tell me how cops are here to protect and serve!
[spit]
Here's a particularly telling quote from the soon-to-be-dead old man:
"Officers, why do you have your guns out?"
Labels:
Police
Thursday
Ineptocracy
New Word: Ineptocracy
Could not find it in my old Webster's. Googled it and discovered it is a recently "coined" new word found on a T-shirt on eBay.
Getting really close to the bone! Read this one over slowly and absorb the facts that totally are within this sentence!
Ineptocracy
(in-ep-toc'-ra-cy) - a system of government where the least capable to lead are elected by the least capable of producing, and where the members of society least likely to sustain themselves or succeed, are rewarded with goods and services paid for by the confiscated wealth of a diminishing number of producers.
Could not find it in my old Webster's. Googled it and discovered it is a recently "coined" new word found on a T-shirt on eBay.
Getting really close to the bone! Read this one over slowly and absorb the facts that totally are within this sentence!
Ineptocracy
(in-ep-toc'-ra-cy) - a system of government where the least capable to lead are elected by the least capable of producing, and where the members of society least likely to sustain themselves or succeed, are rewarded with goods and services paid for by the confiscated wealth of a diminishing number of producers.
They're free to be gay - and I'm free to bitch about it
To hobble the US military, you could cut it's budget, downsize it, or redefine its mission.
Or... you could just flood its ranks with queers and repulse the rest of the heterosexual population (the part that isn't drunk on PC koolaid) causing enlistments to dry up!
"It's your typical homecoming photo"
I call BULLSHIT. It's fookin gay!
Or... you could just flood its ranks with queers and repulse the rest of the heterosexual population (the part that isn't drunk on PC koolaid) causing enlistments to dry up!
"It's your typical homecoming photo"
I call BULLSHIT. It's fookin gay!
Labels:
Military,
That's Queer
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