I had my first real panic stricken kind of emergency today and it didn't resemble any of the countless emergency procedures I'd practiced.
What started as just a 15 minute fun run from St. Anthony to Driggs changed about 5 minutes out when the cabin filled with burnt electrical stench. My 8 year old son and I had just been dropped off by mom at the hangar and she was to meet us at the South gate in Driggs where I was going to leave the plane for some maintenance. By the time we got it checked over, out the door, and lit, mom had a ten minute head start so we chased her down and and gave her a wing waggle then pointed it to the end of the big holes. That's when it started to stink, not much smoke but that unmistakable smell. I flipped the master off, yanked the vents open and then looked for a place to land. It seemed providential that there was an ag strip to my left so I went for it. I'd strafed it a few times in the past at 150 miles an hour so I knew there was only one good way in and that was over hill and dale from the North. The last 800 feet is pretty flat. Well, the old right to left procedure I'd practiced for the dreaded engine failure, didn't do me much good and the skylane doesn't like impromptu short field landings with no power to the flaps. I slipped it in, realized I was pointing downwind at some point, switched, couldn't see. then got into the up and down hills thing as I idled through about 80 knots. Just as I wondered if I might overshoot the end, I also noticed a spud digger had dribbled about a 18" winrow of dirt and rocks across the road. The electrical smell had cleared up by now so I gave it the onion and went around. I could have stuck the next one, but with 7 minutes to Driggs on the gps and the smell gone, I decided to soldier on where I could get it fixed. I'd calmly handled a few minor things in the past but the thought of a cabin fire and having never done a master off landing in my life, I flailed bad. I'll be doing that again until I get it right......sometime, after they figure out what went tango uniform under the dash.


