Captain_coues
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Anyone here an owner or pilot? I'm not, but my dad was. He had both a Cessna 172 and a Beech Bonanza. The Bonanza for the last few years of his life. I had a lot of fun in the Cessna.
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elkassassin
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A P-38 is one of my most Favorite old time Planes!
And JAG!
You'd make a Good TARD if you ever moved to TARDville!(No Offense!
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Just a Slightly different saying here:
"I Have a Gun but Do Not Have a License!"
[Font][Font color = "blue"]I Changed My Signature Just for NVB!
Like 6 Damn Times Now!
And JAG!
You'd make a Good TARD if you ever moved to TARDville!(No Offense!
)Just a Slightly different saying here:
"I Have a Gun but Do Not Have a License!"
[Font][Font color = "blue"]I Changed My Signature Just for NVB!
Like 6 Damn Times Now!
eelgrass
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Der Gabelschwanz Teufel
The German's hated The Fork-Tailed Devil.
http://www.ausairpower.net/P-38-Analysis.html#mozTocId190431
The German's hated The Fork-Tailed Devil.
http://www.ausairpower.net/P-38-Analysis.html#mozTocId190431
Elk, Ref your Post and your area.
I was looking (per my Son) at open Desert Lands South of Battle Mountain. I am to old to go through building a Home & Ranch.
So, a friend sent me listings in a place I never thought of, South/East Wyoming.
Unless I actually told someone I was from California, They would never guess it. We would fit in as solid good new residents anywhere, especially out in the middle of nowhere where neighbors help neighbors.
I would need to build a guest Home for 2lumpy and several others, you, eel, etc...to visit for long days of cooking, shooting and general BS & Solving the Worlds Problems while Tope'n
(Tope = To drink alcoholic beverages to excess).Even though I don't really drink...maybe I should
Back to the P38. My Father was a B-17 Pilot flying over the East Coast searching for U-Boats. Funny, my Mothers first Husband was a U-Boat Pilot (Captain). My Father wanted to get into the action but he was denied so, he became a Norton Bombsight Instructor. They needed B-17 Pilots to train new folks on the sight. After time he was granted permission and went towards Europe. He flew the P-47 in North Africa and then North. Time brought him to the P-38 and he understood twin engines.
He said his group flew escort for Bombers and when done, they were allowed to split up and fly anywhere the wanted. He said if he saw Rail Road Tracks, that was the first thing he followed. If lucky, sooner or later he will spot a Train. It was very hard to get him to talk about what he did. Often he would just say how he lost friends attacking ground Targets.
Such Targets would explode and if his friend or him were to close, he could lose a Prop. Losing a Prop was one of his greatest fears. Exploding debris brought down many of his friends. He would hit such targets at full speed and keep flying. I asked if he flew around to see what happened and he said no....never. That's how friends never returned to base.
He was very intelligent and feared the Luftwaffa planes with a Canon. I feel his fears were the same kind that I had in SWAT and when alone going into a room where I knew the bad guy was armed. Maybe fear is the right word, maybe RESPECT for the environment and Dangers is more suiting.
In the 1960's as a child I realized he never drove a car. I asked him why one day. He pointed to the sky and said, Up There, No One Can Touch me. Down here, it's Different.
He and I walked all through town almost daily...when I had no school.
I lost him at age 10. I sure do Miss Him.
Jagerdad
I was looking (per my Son) at open Desert Lands South of Battle Mountain. I am to old to go through building a Home & Ranch.
So, a friend sent me listings in a place I never thought of, South/East Wyoming.
Unless I actually told someone I was from California, They would never guess it. We would fit in as solid good new residents anywhere, especially out in the middle of nowhere where neighbors help neighbors.
I would need to build a guest Home for 2lumpy and several others, you, eel, etc...to visit for long days of cooking, shooting and general BS & Solving the Worlds Problems while Tope'n
(Tope = To drink alcoholic beverages to excess).Even though I don't really drink...maybe I should
Back to the P38. My Father was a B-17 Pilot flying over the East Coast searching for U-Boats. Funny, my Mothers first Husband was a U-Boat Pilot (Captain). My Father wanted to get into the action but he was denied so, he became a Norton Bombsight Instructor. They needed B-17 Pilots to train new folks on the sight. After time he was granted permission and went towards Europe. He flew the P-47 in North Africa and then North. Time brought him to the P-38 and he understood twin engines.
He said his group flew escort for Bombers and when done, they were allowed to split up and fly anywhere the wanted. He said if he saw Rail Road Tracks, that was the first thing he followed. If lucky, sooner or later he will spot a Train. It was very hard to get him to talk about what he did. Often he would just say how he lost friends attacking ground Targets.
Such Targets would explode and if his friend or him were to close, he could lose a Prop. Losing a Prop was one of his greatest fears. Exploding debris brought down many of his friends. He would hit such targets at full speed and keep flying. I asked if he flew around to see what happened and he said no....never. That's how friends never returned to base.
He was very intelligent and feared the Luftwaffa planes with a Canon. I feel his fears were the same kind that I had in SWAT and when alone going into a room where I knew the bad guy was armed. Maybe fear is the right word, maybe RESPECT for the environment and Dangers is more suiting.
In the 1960's as a child I realized he never drove a car. I asked him why one day. He pointed to the sky and said, Up There, No One Can Touch me. Down here, it's Different.
He and I walked all through town almost daily...when I had no school.
I lost him at age 10. I sure do Miss Him.
Jagerdad
eelgrass
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Captain_coues, forgive us for hijacking your post.
Jager, I hunted antelope south of Battle Mountain one year. That's some tough country. Losing your father at the age of 10 must have been hard, especially your hero. He was a hero.
I became interested in WWII planes when I found out my uncle was a turret gunner on a B-24 in the CBI theater (China, Burma, India). He flew 33 missions. His plane survived the war and is now in a museum in Arizona, I believe. He visited it before he died. The plane was sold after the war and flew in South America before finally coming back to the States.
He told me that P-38's often flew escort on their bombing missions. He said those pilots were crazy.
Jager, I hunted antelope south of Battle Mountain one year. That's some tough country. Losing your father at the age of 10 must have been hard, especially your hero. He was a hero.
I became interested in WWII planes when I found out my uncle was a turret gunner on a B-24 in the CBI theater (China, Burma, India). He flew 33 missions. His plane survived the war and is now in a museum in Arizona, I believe. He visited it before he died. The plane was sold after the war and flew in South America before finally coming back to the States.
He told me that P-38's often flew escort on their bombing missions. He said those pilots were crazy.
Captain_coues
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This is great eel. I love these stories.
My dad was a real airplane guy, like others are real car guys. In our small town, my dad would hop up out of his chair or stop what he was doing and run outside and look up if he heard a radial engine or some hot rod plane heading to the airport that's two miles from our house. Most times we would drive over there and talk to the pilot and he would just marvel over over the plane. I remember when they just finished up filming The Tuskegee Airman, and two P-51's landed and the pilots stayed overnight. He talked them into a flyby the next day. It was awesome the way they put them into a dive and buzzed 50' over us, and having them together was the best. On road trips, we had to cruise through every airport we passed just to check out the planes.
I have a lot of crazy/fun stories. He was a good pilot, but kind of anti "by the book".
My dad was a real airplane guy, like others are real car guys. In our small town, my dad would hop up out of his chair or stop what he was doing and run outside and look up if he heard a radial engine or some hot rod plane heading to the airport that's two miles from our house. Most times we would drive over there and talk to the pilot and he would just marvel over over the plane. I remember when they just finished up filming The Tuskegee Airman, and two P-51's landed and the pilots stayed overnight. He talked them into a flyby the next day. It was awesome the way they put them into a dive and buzzed 50' over us, and having them together was the best. On road trips, we had to cruise through every airport we passed just to check out the planes.
I have a lot of crazy/fun stories. He was a good pilot, but kind of anti "by the book".
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....I got my pilots license when I was in college....trained in a cessna 152, 172 and a Piper Tramahawk, my dad had a Cessna 182 and I flew it a some....but keeping him happy wasn't easy. I had a boss at the time that owned a supercub that he never flew...he let me pretend it was mine and I flew it 600 hours or so over a couple years...I thoroughly enjoyed flying low and slow....
....it is a very expensive hobby.
....it is a very expensive hobby.
