More years ago than I care to admit, I was visiting friends in Dayton while assigned TDY to Wright Pat for a few weeks. Bob was a USAF pilot of some ilk, can't recall of what, whether fighters, bombers, transports, or what. He had accumulated a few hundred hours and felt he was pretty competent and probably was. He told me about an experience that he had, which made him feel like he wasn't competent enough, though:
In those days, some of you older folks will recall, locking the cockpit from the passengers wasn't done, and sometimes kids and other interested passengers were invited to come forward to the flight deck. Often the flight deck door was left open. Bob was aboard a civilian airliner, in uniform, and at some point one of the flight attendants (we called them stewardesses back then, remember?) asked if he'd like to join the flight crew up front. So he did, and he was then invited to take one of the pilot seats and hand-fly the airplane for awhile. He didn't feel uncomfortable doing that, until he happened to look back to the cabin through the open door and realized that he had some 200 people back there, counting on him to fly well. Suddenly he felt overwhelmingly intimidated by the responsibility.
I find it hard to imagine how I'd feel, if I'd ever been trying to fly an airliner back when I had only a couple hundred hours or so. Even now, with gobs more time than that, it would be pretty darned intimidating. On the other hand, for a designated Captain of any airline to feel intimidated hand-flying a visual, even in an airliner in which he had little time, boggles the mind. Good bet that his problems wouldn't have been any different in an airliner in which he had lots of experience, because his training and subsequent practice still was likely, "push this button, flip this switch, and the airplane will land itself."
Cary