+1 on the cat photos!
Cats have a special place in my heart, specially the 450, and more so the early grey ones. Not that they'd be my choice of a revenue earning plane with that slow mo speed and narrow swath mind you... but what a graceful girl to fly...
I started spraying in an early grey cat with a straight shaft 1340 on the nose... They called her the widow maker, but truth be told, as often as she tried that old girl never hurt a soul... I think the name stuck because it was the plane the NFG always got, and a little drama to the name was a good reminder for said NFG's... lol
This cat was so old she was delivered as an open canopy (but closed by the time I flew it) and as such it wasn't a sealed cockpit version... I can't tell you how many times I cussed the old girl because I pulled out a pen to make a note on my map, only to hit an air bump and have the thing bounce off one of the foot runners and disappear into the bowels of the grey girl.... (foot runners like a stearman instead of a floor).
Between the Ag100 prop, the miserably leaky canopy job, and the lack of interior this plane still qualifies as the noisiest thing I have ever flown, both inside as the pilot, and outside as a bystander

It was the kinda loud that had you turning up the volume on the radio to the point that when the voices finally over powered the airplane noise, the radio had it's own terrible background noise.
Early on I was tasked with hauling a load out to the sandhills east in NE. It's all pivots in that country, and mostly spuds. Even though it's rolly it's pretty easy flying, even fun I'd say. On this particular day, for some reason the radio chatter seemed excessive and distracting, so I turned the volume way down. Unfortunately that meant I missed a really important radio call.
The field I was spraying was really at the outside edge of how far I cared to ferry the old cat, so I rushed my way around it checking it over, and then dropped in for an east west reverse race track. Dropping in to it I realized just how pronounced the valley that ran through it was as the top wing blanked out the vis to the far end of the field. Hitting the center at the pivot my attention was on the actual pivot itself, a) so I didn't hit it, and b) because I needed to center up on the pivot to get my selected pattern set up correctly. No matter... I was now going up hill with a clear view of the ridge which looked to end about 3/4 of the way through the field. Cresting the hill, I rolled the nose over again to come down the backside and once again lost that distance vision that goes with having a fwd top wing... But wait... something wasn't right
Doggone it... I nuged the stick back just in time to watch the little wire that goes to the pump house slide right under the prop... unfortunately missing the prop wasn't good enough as it hung up on the gear and booms

... as always in these scenarios, time went still, and I literally watched that wire stretch and stretch... thinking to myself... I don't think she's gonna let me go... an eternity later the wire snapped and by now the old cat was shudderingly slow. A quick glance back struck fear into me as a plume was emanating now behind me... What in the world? I knew I missed the prop, and all I could come up with was I must have caught the oil cooler or bottom cylinder

A slow climbing spiral confirmed that there were no major parts in the field, and all temps and pressures were in fact good.. The window in the hopper confirmed that the plume was actually fungicide... whew... Turning up the radio to make the call of shame brought on total pandemonium... This was this operators first season as an operator as well, and he personally hadn't had a wires strike either. After a minute to compose myself I radioed in that the plane appeared to be flying fine, and the flight back would probably be a non event. I did ask for someone to have a look see at the gear to make sure I still had 'three in the green' before I landed... Turns out aside from the 300' or so of wire I was trailing, everything was fine ... In fact the total damage for the day was a bent boom hangar, about a half dozen nozzles, and tremendously bruised feeling....
Oh, that radio call I missed? It was the one from the operator warning me about the 'wire trap' on that rolly field


Bernard Wall at the stick of 'the widow maker' A tremendously gifted stick and one of the coolest cats I have ever had the pleasure of flying with.