This past Sunday there was a fly-in breakfast at Bradford (N27) which is about a one hour flight for me. Since I had not been there before I thought it would make a nice morning jaunt. So I call my buddy Tim V, who has a Champ, and we arrange to fly up together. At the airport we prop Tim V's Champ and let him get a head start while my son Tim goes with me in the Maule.
Bradford has a 4,300 ft paved runway running 5/23 that is set next to a river in between two hills. When we arrive there are a fair number of planes landing so we annouce where we are and wait our turn before entering a left crosswind for 5. I announce the crosswind and as soon as I let go of the mic button a Cherokee announces they are on crosswind! This is the first I heard this guy. I look around and don't see him so I get back on the radio and ask if he has the Maule in sight. He says that he does not and asks where I am. Uh-oh!
I reply that I am right off the end of the runway. He says that is where he is. Crap! A high wing/low wing situation! I am betting this guy is right above me! Well, one of us has to do something. I get back on the radio and tell him to hold altitude and I am going to exit straight out of the pattern to the west. No reply! I shove the throttle in and head West. I make a big loop and return. I never hear another thing from the Cherokee and do not see him land.
Just another day and another experience.


I probably should have called her on it but to be honest I was so pissed I didn't think of it til well past the airport.

