courierguy wrote:Good luck on the smoke! A light breeze out of the north right now at my place, bringing more in from the fires. None the less I plan to be there, even though I'll need the GPS to find it I keep flying, even in this horrible viz, as it keeps me from getting depressed from all the smoke?

SixTwoLeemer wrote:Any sprinkler malfunctions on the schedule?

Littlecub wrote:Here is an update on the smoke/fires in central WA.
It would be like flying in a milk jug here. Good luck there....

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2012/09/22/au ... latestnews

lc

Background on the 'sprinkler malfunction' ??

Nosedragger wrote:8 hours on the GPS today. Must have flown close to 80 kids, sure is a big turnout for a little place. Cool birds showed up, a couple birddogs, a texan and others.

The real story of the day was an impersonator that put me in a dangerous situation. I'm such a sh!t magnet these days. I get introduced to this lady last night as a commercial bush pilot from Alaska, then today while I'm trying to get some help flying kids, she offers to spell me (I was on a quest for more planes, not relief pilots). A 182 is not a complicated airplane to a real pilot, so even though I declined, it wasn't too weird. Then she insisted on going for a flight with me and brought a friend. Again, I thought maybe she just wanted to impress her friend so still no stall horn going off in my brain. Then we get in the plane and I start getting bad vibes, she's too close to the panel, she's latched on to the yoke of a non moving airplane, and she suggests that I can rest while she does the flying. I'm not going to let her do very much so, I politely explained that my insurance covers just me but I'll let her fly when we get airborne. It's hot, I just got more fuel and there's 4 of us in the plane, I noticed as I'm setting up for maximum performance takeoff that she's folowing me through with the yoke, still I'm thinking she really wants to fly and it's her way of reminding me. We get flying by mid field but the thing won't climb and we've got powerlines off the end. We're doing OK though, full prop, full power, 20 degrees of flaps and 100 feet per minute with the horn making little hisses every now and then at an honest 60 knots. That's when she offers to dump the flaps for me. I said something like nonononono! so she moved on to the prop and I about had to slap her hand. By now my mind's racing and I'm wondering what kind of planes this lady flys. At 400' I let her raise the flaps with the admonition "real slow" which she thought meant reach for the lever slowly and then flip them up. Fug, 100' drop and more lip biting on my part to not yell. So I give her the plane at 800' agl and climbing and she grabs the yoke, spins the trim wheel 2 turns DOWN and we head for the dirt fast, I take the plane, yard it back up to 800' and give it back. She's not able to maintain altitude but she could fly headings , so I give her headings and we porpoise back to the airport where I just about had to physically wrestle the plane away from her to land it. I'm out of space but... Crazy people in the world these days!