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blackrock wrote:That is a good one!! Haven't seen that one before so thanks for sharing.
blackrock wrote:
That is a good one!! Haven't seen that one before so thanks for sharing.
It's got it's own thread.
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blackrock wrote:blackrock wrote:
That is a good one!! Haven't seen that one before so thanks for sharing.
It's got it's own thread.
viewtopic.php?f=13&t=6624
Well I never claimed to be a careful reader... Or maybe my memory is going west...
Just a short side note. I drive through Elko often. Amazing how busy that town is!! Winnemucca, too!! Do you know what's going on up off of 225 north of 226? Starting on another mine?
This one time, at band camp...
I sat on the ground at Kotz for days, mail and freeze piling up, trying to get to Point Hope but couldn't because of high winds. For days. Every flight elsewhere I'd get back and call the AWOS up there to see what it was doing. Finally. Winds calm.
I loaded my Sled, fired up, filed with FSS, and off I went to the northwest. As I'm trucking along I thought it was kind of strange. No radio traffic. I figured everybody would be headed up that way with the break in the weather. Oh well, I must have just been the quick one, and was gonna be the first one in.
Well, at about Chariot I was in the middle of an E-ticket ride, and Hoser the Wonder Dog was giving me that look. At Cape Thompson I knew I was gonna die, but I dialed in the AWOS, and by golly, still reporting winds calm. Oh well. I told the dog to hang on, because we're going to Point Hope.
Up and over Cape Thompson, and down on the deck for the run into Point Hope. A mile vis was a big lie, but if asked, I had it in blowing snow and freezing fog. I saw the buildings of town as I went over a few feet from the roofs, and a couple of left turns later had me on short final looking at the runway through the pilot's side window. It was slick, so I never bothered to take the crab out and just slid to a stop on the runway when I landed. I knew I could never turn around on the ramp, so I called Larry, our village agent, on the radio, and had him meet me on the runway to unload.
"What the f**k are you doing here? he yelled.
"Your winds are calm ass wipe, I'm bringing your mail. What do you think I'm doing," I shouted back
"What do you mean the winds are calm? It's blowing 60, 70 miles per hour"
"Well, your machine says they're calm!"
At that point he knew I was dumber than my dog. He looked at me and said, "The wind blew the sensor off the pole a few hours ago, it's broke."
Oh well... Sliding, ugly takeoff. A beating to where I thought the wings were gonna fall off. And one pissed off Red Heeler later, I made my way back home. As I landed I closed my flight plan with FSS, and my buddy the specialist, my good buddy, asked me over the air, "What the f**k were you doing up there?"
Ass wipe.
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