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by :FI:Falcon » Mon Apr 09, 2007 4:52 am
That's kinna dangerous.
Some of you may have heard this one before but ...
I took a student up from Lakefront Airport in New Orleans for some ground reference maneuvers in a Tomahawk one day. The tower cleared us to the practice area over the swamps to the east. We finished the figure eights and turns about and around a point and found we had some time left. I decided to move from ground reference to ground proximity maneuvers. We flew about a foot over the ground through the swamp reeds and cattails. It was a lot of fun scarin' the alligators and mowin' somebody's lawn for about a half hour.
We returned to the airport thinkin' we were pretty hot stuff gettin' away with all that foolishness. Tower cleared us to the Ground controller and when we called him up he was laughin' his arse off so much he couldn't talk. We waited for him to get straight and he finally cleared us to taxi to the FBO. Half way there, with a chuckle still in his voice, he asked us how our flight was. We answered very seriously that it was a 'productive training flight sir' trying to get the guy to calm down and act like the professional he was supposed to be ... you know ... like WE were acting?
We parked the aircraft, got out and glanced under the plane.
Stuck in the struts, wheels, rudder and around the pitot tube were GOBS of weeds, grass and cattails wrapped and hangin' from the underside.
D'oh!
Fal "Still somehow alive" con
"He who warned, uh, the British that they weren't gonna be takin' away our arms, uh, by ringing those bells, and um, makin' sure as he's riding his horse through town to send those warning shots and bells that we were going to be sure and we were going to be free, and we were going to be armed."
- The history of Paul Revere's
midnight ride, by Sarah Palin.