LAST EDITED ON Jul-03-19 AT 05:31AM (MST)[p]My dad would have been a great Bush pilot. He would always seek out difficult or unusual landings in his 172. When we would go out to explore, he would land on dirt roads to take a leak even when the airport is 10 minutes away, then push the tail down and spin it around and take off again because going to the airport wouldn't be any fun.
When we would go prairie dog shooting, he would find a decent road and tell me he is going to land the plane here someday. And he would.
There is a levee on the Little Colorado river in my hometown and he always wanted to land on it. He kept that desire under control because it was right near downtown but it was killing him, he would talk about it often when we passed it.