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Putting the "P" in piloting
On Wed, 31 Oct 2007 21:18:25 -0400, Dudley Henriques wrote:
"zingie" caught in that damn lower zipper, the whole "fighter pilot hero thing" would have gone right out the damn window!! You know Bertie..I REALLY miss the "good ole' days!! :-)) And you have the scars to prove it? No! Don't show us... we'll take your word for it. :-) -- Dallas |
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Speaking of D.B. Cooper...
On 2007-10-31 21:35:27 -0700, Dudley Henriques said:
C J Campbell wrote: On 2007-10-31 17:52:32 -0700, Dudley Henriques said: Bertie the Bunyip wrote: Dudley Henriques wrote in news:xqadnfQMn- : Bertie the Bunyip wrote: Dudley Henriques wrote in : karl gruber wrote: The Columbia River is hardly a "stream!" Karl "Dudley Henriques" wrote in message ... C J Campbell wrote: Seems some guy from Minnesota, Lyle Christansen, is convinced that his brother Kenny was D.B. Cooper. Kenny Christansen is in fact a dead ringer for Cooper, was an army paratrooper, bought a house in Buckley, WA, with cash that he never explained where it came from, and he worked for Northwest Airlines. On his deathbed he started to tell Lyle that there was something he had done that Lyle should know, but then he died. Kenny Christansen died in 1994 of cancer. The house is now a sign shop. Last I heard, some woman in Florida said she discovered the man she was married to for 20 years was Cooper. Don't know what ever happened to this story. My guess is that he went into one of those lakes that dot the countryside where he baled, got tangled up in the shrouds and drowned. I think someone found some of the money in a stream bed some time ago. This one will hang in there with some of the other unsolved mysteries of our time. Perhaps someday it will get solved :-) -- Dudley Henriques Ever seen the Amazon??? Or what beer made from rice will do to a wellused urinary tract? Bertie Ouch! That hurts. Pass me a cold one anyway! Getting on so one can't fly more than 15 minutes from a place to pee. Bertie Being alone in the Mustang has it's good points :-) Being in a C-130 with its own john had even better points. :-) You multi guys have all the goodies!! I have to admit, "Fat Albert" is one hell of an airplane :-)) The stand-up thing was okay, but the sit-down can was different. It was just a can with a garbage sack liner. The rule was, the first guy who used it had to take the garbage sack in for disposal. I have seen guys hold it for more than 14 hours. They know: if they go first then everybody else in the plane will use it. -- Waddling Eagle World Famous Flight Instructor |
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Speaking of D.B. Cooper...
C J Campbell wrote:
On 2007-10-31 21:35:27 -0700, Dudley Henriques said: C J Campbell wrote: On 2007-10-31 17:52:32 -0700, Dudley Henriques said: Bertie the Bunyip wrote: Dudley Henriques wrote in news:xqadnfQMn- : Bertie the Bunyip wrote: Dudley Henriques wrote in : karl gruber wrote: The Columbia River is hardly a "stream!" Karl "Dudley Henriques" wrote in message ... C J Campbell wrote: Seems some guy from Minnesota, Lyle Christansen, is convinced that his brother Kenny was D.B. Cooper. Kenny Christansen is in fact a dead ringer for Cooper, was an army paratrooper, bought a house in Buckley, WA, with cash that he never explained where it came from, and he worked for Northwest Airlines. On his deathbed he started to tell Lyle that there was something he had done that Lyle should know, but then he died. Kenny Christansen died in 1994 of cancer. The house is now a sign shop. Last I heard, some woman in Florida said she discovered the man she was married to for 20 years was Cooper. Don't know what ever happened to this story. My guess is that he went into one of those lakes that dot the countryside where he baled, got tangled up in the shrouds and drowned. I think someone found some of the money in a stream bed some time ago. This one will hang in there with some of the other unsolved mysteries of our time. Perhaps someday it will get solved :-) -- Dudley Henriques Ever seen the Amazon??? Or what beer made from rice will do to a wellused urinary tract? Bertie Ouch! That hurts. Pass me a cold one anyway! Getting on so one can't fly more than 15 minutes from a place to pee. Bertie Being alone in the Mustang has it's good points :-) Being in a C-130 with its own john had even better points. :-) You multi guys have all the goodies!! I have to admit, "Fat Albert" is one hell of an airplane :-)) The stand-up thing was okay, but the sit-down can was different. It was just a can with a garbage sack liner. The rule was, the first guy who used it had to take the garbage sack in for disposal. I have seen guys hold it for more than 14 hours. They know: if they go first then everybody else in the plane will use it. I think this is what they call "Military Intelligence" :-) -- Dudley Henriques |
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Putting the "P" in piloting
"Dudley Henriques" wrote in message ... Man, you haven't pee'd till you've pee'd into one of those funny looking red plastic pee containers at 30 thousand in an unpressurized cockpit on the way to a show site. I wondered how the fighter pilots managed that sort of thing. The author of "Wing Ding"--a rascal of a gentleman who was a B-17 tailgunner--told me the first time he saw a FW-190 he was suffering from severe gas cramps and trying to take a dump in his flak helmet--armor, mae west, flying suit, bunny suit, uniform, long johns, all down-- and trying not to touch bare skin to metal. Apparently it had an amazing laxative effect. -c |
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Putting the "P" in piloting
Gatt wrote:
Apparently it had an amazing laxative effect. Alright... a true story. It happened to the guy who taught me how to fly along with a good friend of mine back in the day when he and I were both building hours towards a charter job at our FBO. There was a junk yard across from the airport that had an owner who drank too much and required periodic trips to a hospital to be dried out. He was successful financially so his family didn't mind spending money on his care. One afternoon, my old instructor Terry was asked by his boss to fly down to New Orleans in one of the Twin Commanches, pick up the drunk and then fly him back to a private facility in Statesboro, GA. He asked John to go along for the ride and to help control the sot once they'd found him. The flight from South Carolina to New Orleans was uneventful. They even found their target when they got down there so they loaded him into the back of the twin. He was drunk but happily compliant. Terry figured the best thing to do was to go high and let the thin air put the drunk to sleep, so he climbed up to 10,000 in the night sky. The drunk either passed out or went to sleep. So far so good. But not for long. At some point he woke up and told Terry he needed to "land this thing". "Why?", asked Terry. "I've got to go to the bathroom", said the drunk. Well, they weren't inclined to land just for that so John gave him a coke bottle to use. Silence from the back. All of the sudden, there came the most horrendous odor from the back of the plane. The drunk was trying to **** into the coke bottle! I have to tell you his best efforts weren't good enough. I suspect if there had been an ejection seat, it would have been used that night. Consternation in the cockpit: they handed him a chart to wipe himself and made a beeline for Statesboro. When they got there, the drunk steadied himself on the side of the airplane leaving as brown streak smeared down the side. John and Terry delivered him to the hospital posthaste. They then flew the newly decorated twin back to our FBO, where they arrived about 15 minutes before the boss did. They parked the aircraft immediately in front of the FBO and beat a hasty retreat to their homes, where the phones were taken off the hooks. True story. I didn't even change the names as there were no innocents. G -- Mortimer Schnerd, RN mschnerdatcarolina.rr.com |
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Putting the "P" in piloting
Mortimer Schnerd, RN wrote:
of the plane. The drunk was trying to **** into the coke bottle! OMG - there is drunk, and there is DRUNK!!! I don't know how anyone could stay concious and be that dumb!! |
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Putting the "P" in piloting
One of the nuisance elements of the lil red bottle is that ATC always
"knows" when it's in use. You can be cruising for half an hour without a peep on the radio, and the minute you get hooked up and let go, you get this call: "Arrow 87Xray, we have an amended clearance for you; are you ready to copy?" "Ummmm, Arrow 87Xray, stand by" |
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Putting the "P" in piloting
Paul kgyy wrote:
One of the nuisance elements of the lil red bottle is that ATC always "knows" when it's in use. You can be cruising for half an hour without a peep on the radio, and the minute you get hooked up and let go, you get this call: "Arrow 87Xray, we have an amended clearance for you; are you ready to copy?" "Ummmm, Arrow 87Xray, stand by" "ATC, negative on the amendment, we're fine with our current flight plan." Matt |
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