This was an email I sent out to a few friends and then got to thinking it might save someone else so here is what I wrote, if I need to do more explaining I will as questions come in.
Hello Friends, I just wanted to relay the close call I had today, maybe it will serve as a reminder that we can all have the unexpected happen. I went over to the John Day River to fly around with Daryl Dasher. The weather was amazing, clear and cold with hardly any wind. We unloaded the extra gear in our airplanes and left Chucker Flats proceeding upriver. I landed a few long high banks just off the water, kind of looking for places that Daryl could land his Tri Pacer on 31" Bushwheels. The gravel bars can have pretty big rocks on this part of the river so I was looking for some places with small or no rocks to start with. After landing a few of these places I found a spot high up on hillside/ridge, probably 500 ft above the river, it was a one way, up hill (probably 15 ramping to 20 degree upslope). It looked like a good place to land after I did a few fly overs. I set up on it, I set up a high approach (rather then dragging it in), I had it perfectly set up and felt 100% good about everything, as I was coming up on the lip of it, probably 100 feet out maybe less my flap ratchet broke and went to my first notch. This takes me from 37 mph at full flaps to 53 mph first notch, as you would guess my tail dropped and it felt like I may stall. I used close to full power to arrest my sink rate, it was too late to go around as I was committed to the side of this mountain, I hit the touch down point just seconds after adding the power. It was not a pretty landing from my seat since I could not see where I was going. I used up most of the 250 feet that was there but I felt like I had just cheated death. Here is the part that save my butt, I was on a high approach, not dragging it in level with the intended touch down point. Daryl was watching me from the air above and had no idea what had just happened, he comes on the radio and says, you make that look so easy. I told him what had just happened but from overhead none of that was visible.
I have done probably hundreds of landings with these new flaps but this was probably the highest difficulty rating of anything I have done with the new flaps besides my own home strip. Here is the crazy part, in the final seconds of the approach the ratchet fails. Pretty weird how things work sometimes, I know the high approach save my ass. I am pretty sure the NTSB would never have figured out what actually happened had I hit the hillside and fallen back into the canyon below. My flaps would only grab now on my first notch so Daryl and I headed back to the big airstrip (chucker flats) to inspect the ratchet. We pulled it out and cleaned off all the dirt and grease, it appeared that the dog that catches the notches had rounded them off some but then I found a crack in it, which caused the arc to straighten out. This changes the geometry in such a way that it will not stay engaged. No fix in the field so I was done having fun flying for the day.
I had to rig a rope to make my flaps work to get back into my own home strip which was a feat in itself to pull the flaps on, drive the airplane at the same time and get the rope around the handle. It all worked out but I am building a stronger flap ratchet tomorrow along with heavier cables. P.S. Doug, I think I am ready to go with the smaller chord flap.
This may all sound a little dramatic but I think this could have ended really bad and no one would have ever known.
Greg



Tearing down a 45 deg slope picking up speed to a level spot just ahead
Had a serious talk with my self after that 
