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I flew back to Columbia last night to retrieve my wallet from out of the airport car, where I'd left it last weekend.
It was full dark and I was taxiing for t/o at Columbia when a Cirrus was on final for the opposite runway (nornal procedure at night here). I didn't announce that I was taxing for takeoff, figuring that I was starting from mid-field and he probably wouldn't need more than half the 4,700' runway and that he'd see my lights on anyway if he did land long. Well he did land long and he didn't see my lights, so when he started to pull onto the taxiway going the opposite direction, things were going to get interesting.
He stopped though and chided me on the radio ("I didn't hear your call"). I was tempted to make a smart aleck response like "I didn't know you'd need the whole freakin' runway" or "I didn't know you wouldn't see my lights" but passed. He turned around and back-taxiied on the runway. That castering nosewheel is good for some things. I have to admit that part of me was waiting to see if he could get it down and stopped in less than 2,300'.
Anyway, I seldom announce my taxi intentions unless I can see that there's likely to be a conflict. It's annoying when you're trying to report your position in the pattern and someone takes up airtime with "taxiing to the gas pump." This is just one of those little things that pilots like to get in a tizzy about, so I'll stop now.
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