Mon Apr 25, 2016 11:08 am
I shot video, so don't have anything visual to add yet, but I'll give a quick trip report.
I flew up from Mexico and by the time I got there Friday at 11:37 there were already 40+ planes. Jimmy Gist and crew had done a fantastic job getting the grass strip ready and it was a glistening sea of green as I greased my landing (I had to put that in there since it happens so rarely. Good to pull one off in front of a crowd).
Since we were a sponsor (we gave a free kit to the "dirtiest plane") we got to park in sponsor row. That put us at show center with a great view of everything that happened all weekend.
Beginning after lunch the arrivals really picked up. 95% tail draggers. Really great to see so many of them all in one place. And so many different kinds. From little J3's to Maules like mine to a few "super heavies" in the form of a Helio Courier, a Beaver and even a Kodiak, and everything in between. The variety was fabulous.
I was pleasantly surprised to see a few faces I didn't expect, including a friend I met in Lagos de Moreno, MX, Swingle and an old co-worker in his Cherokee.
Of course the crew included the standard cast of characters also and the thing felt like an epic homecoming.
As the afternoon wound down there was a band that everyone enjoyed as the excitement built for the next day. Unfortunately, I didn't have my camping gear in Mexico, so had to depart for the hotel (and Coopers) to prepare for the next morning.
Saturday morning we drove both flight lines and counted well north of 100 planes. I heard through a friend that Phil wanted me to shoot so video, so I abandoned my plan to compete and instead dedicated myself to getting footage.
But first, we had to have our safety briefing. Jimmy handled this with his usual combination of character infused essential information and I'm happy to report that there were zero incidents during the competition. Not even a flat tire. The only minor issue during the course of the entire weekend was that someone seems to have somehow collapsed a gear during a 'normal' arrival on the asphalt runway. This, of course, sucks for them and they have my sympathy, but also speaks to the attention paid to safety during the entire contest.
Anyway, the day started with the obstacle STOL competition. Result was your combined total of take-off roll and landing beyond pylons. The pylons add a real element of excitement and airmanship. There were a couple people that reunited with mother earth a bit firmly, but no control issues or other problems.
By the time mid-morning came around there were approximately 350 planes on-site and several thousand spectators. This is a real credit to the sex appeal of bush flying right now. Many, many local families in attendance and all had a great time in the perfect weather. Lunch was burgers, but we opted to make another Cooper's run and got chopped beef sandwiches instead.
The afternoon was the traditional STOL competition and it was interesting to see, with the obstacle removed, the different approaches pilots took during this phase. Some continued to take a steep approach and others opted to switch things up and drag the planes in. I couldn't tell you which was more successful. I saw a lot of the draggers not manage to maintain enough power and briefly touch the ground before the line or add too much power and end up too fast by the time they needed to land. On the other side, some of the steep approaches bounced and you can't hit the brakes while you are in the air from a bounce. Each bounce can add 10-40 feet to the landing.
The awards ceremony was fun with a bit of banter and friendly harassment of the winners. I presented the Plane Perfect kit to the winner of the dirtiest plane only to hear his wife yell to the crowd "you know he ain't gonna use it, that's going on *my* plane!". Hope she enjoys it! (And I think she's right!)
BBQ dinner was available from Inmanns, but we elected again to go to Cooper's even though it meant missing another band. I was pleasantly surprised at the bands. Both nights displayed solid musicianship and I wish we could have stuck around for more of them.
We arrived the next morning and got some fuel while the flour bombing got setup. I wish I had photos of the line at the fuel pump. Was a beautiful array of tail draggers. Convert it to black and white and you would swear it was a photo from the 50's or 60's. Well, except for the Kodiak!
I had six hours of flying, plus clearing customs into Mexico ahead of me, so we departed during the flour bombing and headed south of the border.
I will definitely be back...