It was a cold blustery day in October 1981 that 3 friends and I were flying to northern Minnesnowda for a late season Bear hunt. I was driving a 1955 vintage Cessna 180 with ancient Edo electric amphibs. We had decided to make at quick stop at Garrison Mn to pick up a few items we had forgot to pack. The landing on Mille Lacs Lake was rough but tolerable we taxied to shore got the gear, and taxied back about a mile into the bay for the takeoff run.( those old Edos were groundlovers!)
Just as I was makeing my upwind turn to take off, I noticed my right float was starting to submarine in the turn!!Not Good!I yelled to my terrified friends to get ready to bail and swim as I gave it full power and full aft elevator to somehow get back to the safety of the distant shoreline. The old girl plowed and thrashed along about one quarter mile before it started to submerge enough so the prop was hitting the two foot waves.
As I pulled the mixture to lean and ordered everyone to bail out before she slowrolled onto her back I cycled the gear switch down. After I jumped into the freezing water I joined my former buddies clinging to the left float. we were all dressed in heavy hunting gear and would surely drowned quickly if the Cessna sunk. After a short time the left float took on water through the pumpout holes and also started to sink!
Then something miraculous happened! With the Amphib gear in the down position the plane came to rest on the sandy bottom with about 1 foot of the wings and tail high and dry!It turns out we had sunk on the top of a small ancient submerged island in the bay! We were resued by a group of amused Walleye fisherman that had watched our ordeal from a distance.
After floating and towing the wet plane back to the Garrison beach with the help of 4 boats, I secured the use of a logging truck with a hydraulic clam to lift the Cessna. then I proceeded to remove the Amphib floats(with a 3 foot gash on the right bottom from hitting a submerged rock) and install the wheel gear. I drained all the oil and gas,replaced with fresh. Then Filed the poor damaged Hartzell prop until it was almost pointed at the tips.
This was October, so I had no choice but to tie her down at the beach in front of the Garrison Dairy Queen.Two months passed and by Dec10th there was 10 inches of clear snow free ice. She fired right up and I made my escape from the Demon Mille Lacs. the things you do without insurance! No one ,the FAA the sheriff or the game wardens ever even inquired as to what this plane was doing parked in front of the Dairy Queen for so long. Times have changed. Yes I do believe in Angels...

