Location: COMFORTABLY NUMB, in U.S.A. *** KOFF ***
Age: 51
Gender: Male
mel wilson wrote:
rd wrote:
Thanks for the help Mel, I appreciate it. If it wasn't for you, I'm sure sometime soon, some old Aussie would be knocking on my door. And I don't think he will be as happy to see me, as I would be to see him.
RD
RD.... he aint seen nothin yet, you let the apprentice out, and he's runnin wild....... Just warmed up on flight 18 ........ Now... how does this infernal wand work !
Hey Vince ..........Wakey Wakey... were all waiting.
Mel.
I'm not easily scared, with anything. But with that comment..........
I'm not too sure if I want to download it, and fly it.
Now that the shoe is on the other foot, I can see why you guys were scared of my flights. Especially, after how took it off, at the beginning.
I have to do a reformat, before I install FS9 and FSX. Hopefully, I will be 100% this weekend, or next weekend, at the most.
They have all been scary RD ....... Right up to the point when your wheels finally touch the ground ......... but that's how we love em ...
All yours have been nothing short of brilliant I hope I can fill your boots with what's remaining.
Mel.
UPDATE: RD, The Flight 18 version I sent you, is a little different than the one Vince has now, this is a new updated version, you might want to download this one ... ..
Art........ it was a typing error on my part, I noticed it soon after I released it to Vince, so I corrected it, and emailed it again, along with an explanation....... he has obvioulsy uploaded the wrong one.......
I have lost your email addy, send me one, and I will send you the correct version....... it should not make any difference, it's only a typing mistake, but I do like to keep things tidy.
I will get Vince to update it to the proper one.......
Sorry for the confusion.
Mel.
DONT WORRY ART, I JUST FOUND YOUR EMAIL ADDY .......
Flight 18 Kalusuk , BGKK to Biggin Hill, EGKB
As I walked out to the Honda jet on a very dark and frosty morning why was I wondering at the snow falling with a stiff breeze at these Northern Latitudes . After I had seen our mystery passenger and miss Honda ,co-pilot, aboard. I did my walk-around looking for snow on the control surfaces and as the aircraft had been parked here for some time looked for ice build-up in the engine nacelles and other entry points .It turned out that the airport staff had been around with their anti-freeze facilities a few minutes before. Thanks men.
After tuning the radio and putting in the flight settings on the auto-pilot ect I obtained clearance from the ATC to taxi out to runway 11 for take off ,even at this early hour of 06.45 hours ,someone in a Cessna 180 was just leaving before me and I could see his strobe and Nav lights through the gloom. While on my Take-off run the crosswind was trying to push me around but with a firm hand was controlled with not much trouble .I also remembered not to let it drift me too far left where there was high ground . When the altimeter was showing positive climb I selected flaps and gear-up and switched on the auto-pilot and turned on to 141 degrees for the flight to Biggin. The flight was done at 30000 feet except for the climb-out and descent stages . The sunrise and the Northern Lights were beautiful ,especially the lights which were Blue and Green and Pink for a little while.
Our first contact with [home] the United Kingdom was as we passed over Islay, EGPI, and Campbeltown, EGEC. Radio calls from Reykjavik in Iceland and then from Shandwick and Scottish Centre showed that someone was watching over us. As we progressed down the UK west coast calls from such places as Manchester, Cosford [the home of the RAF boy entrant sceme], Birmingham, Coventry, Oxford , Cranfield , Luton Northolt, The City, and finally Biggin .
As we approached Biggin Hill airfield the ATC instructed us to descend to 1800 feet for landing and Runway 3 was offered ,Visual. I rejected this and requested Runway 21 ILS and this was approved . Snow had been visible on the ground in the countryside so care was required on the landing as some snow was on the runway and indicated slippery conditions . We landed without incident .
I parked near the control tower and my passengers left me to go up to London Town for shopping ,or who knows what ?.
An enjoyable flight with good company . As it was 1972 since I was here last it will be interesting to see the changes around the place . Boldpilot
There came the sound a small single engine aircraft landing somewhere nearby out on the ice. Fifteen minutes later there came a rapping on the door of my rented, two room ice fishing shack situated along a small inlet along the shores of Lake Whatchamakallit---no less than 16 miles from from Kulusuk (as the crow flies)!
I had been up since the c r a c k of dawn and had already hauled in two trophy size walleyed pike and had released twice that number back into the wild. Each "keeper" was immediately fileted and wrapped in butcher's paper and set out on the ice to freeze. I was in the middle of cooking up a real fisherman's breakfast over my four burner Coleman stove when the intruder came knocking.
"I don't know who you are, but you're standing on my ice and unless you want me to feed you to the Manitees in yonder hole in the ice, you'd better back off and go back to where you came from by way of the Gooney Bird! In other words, go the hell away! Your presence is not welcome here!" I hollered! I then set about turning over two fat walleyed pike filets spattering away at the bottom of my cast iron frying pan---and closely monitoring my eggs, onions and potatos spattering away in another pan. On the last burner, my coffee perculator was coming up to steam with the rich aroma of Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee filling my nostrils.
"Captain Jaeg-, is that you?! came a voice I had come to know all too well. It was none other than Captain Sarah! I dropped my spatula and fork and unlocked the rudimentary door lock to my little slice of heaven and yanked open the door. Captain Sarah stood shivering before me wrapped head to toe in a 3/4 length Eskimo style parka, leggings, mittens and boots, and carrying a satchel over her shoulder.
"Get your ass in here and close the door behind you....it's cold out there!"
Captain Sarah hustled her little mini-skirted self inside my roomy two room ice shack and threw off her heavy mitts and shook loose the heavy eskimo hood from her head and began warming her hands over the cookstove.
"OMG, it is so cold out there!" Sarah whimpered.
"The more clothing you remove, the warmer you will feel," I advised. And I reached over and turned up the thermostat on my tank heater and adjusted the venting a stitch. Sarah contemplated a moment, but seeing me completely relaxed and perfectly comfortable, sitting cross legged in my long underwear was convincing enough for her. She unzipped the big seal skin lined polar parka and leggings and kicked off her triple insulated boots and sat shivering as the radiant heat inside the ice house settled in upon her.
"Why are you out here Sarah?" I asked her. "Has there been some emergency with any of Maddie's Heroes?"
"No! No, nothing like that at all," replied Sarah. "All is well with all the other Pilots. But everyone is still wondering how Cat1 is faring since his crash landing at Dawson Creek."
I turned off the burner under the eggs, potatos and onions and scooped all onto a very modest serving platter. "Ha ha! Don't worry about that guy!" I advised. "He's probably the most likely among us to get himself into trouble, but among the best of us to extract himself by whatever means necessary!"
I dished up two paper plates of delicately fried, delicately seasoned walleye filets, fried potatoes, onions, biscuits and gravy! And two steaming cups of fresh percolated Blue Mountain Coffee! Captain Sarah scooped up the coffee and practically dove in head first into the fish filet in true Asian fashion. It was important that she get something warm to heat her body from the inside out as well as from the outside in.
"Mmm! This walleye is absolutely delicious! I didn't know you were such a great cook, Captain Jaeg! Everything is wonderful!"
"Thank you, I appreciate your compliments on my cooking, even under these circumstances! Here, let me shovel up a few biscuits and gravy for you!"
"No!' cried Captain Sarah. "Thank you but no thank you! Biscuits and gravy are far too rich for me!"
That Captain Sarah closely monitored her eating habits was all to evident every time she put on that little mini skirt flight suit of hers! Brrrr! Gives me the shivers just to think about it!
"So what matter of importance has brought you these miles out on the ice to find me?" I wanted to know.
"It was Mel," Captain Sarah replied. "He's sent you an personal email regarding the upcoming Flight 18. According to his forum posts Mel has volunteered his services to put together the final Maddie Flight's until RD comes up to speed after his hard drive crash. And when you didn't respond to his emails, Mel sent an email to me wondering where you might be. So, I rented a little Cessna and flew out here....and now you know "The Rest Of The Story!"
"Wow, it seems mighty important....I wonder what he wants?"
"He wants you to test pilot his Flight 18 creation. Remember, this is his first attempt at designing the Maddie Flights."
"Wow! I'm honored!" I beamed with pride. "Of course I'll do it!"
"Then you'd better send him a priority PM to that effect," said Sarah. She reached for her satchel and removed a small laptop computer, plugged in one of our special little SurClaro satellite receiver cards and powered up the laptop. After a few moments, Sarah had logged onto the SurClaro satellite signal and passed the computer over to me. I logged onto my SurClaro forum account and sent a priority PM to Mel advising him that I had been ice fishing some miles from Kulusuk and told him that Captain Sarah had flown out to retrieve me. I asked him to send me the flight plan parameters and I would be ready to depart at first light the following day.
After a hearty breakfast, Captain Sarah was feeling up to snuff. While I packed up my belongings, Captain Sarah volunteered to clean up the cookings utensils and make everything ship-shape as only a woman can do. I was thankful for her help. I reminded her to pack up the large sixteen inch cast iron skillet---which belonged to me. I wrote a thank you note and left it on the little filet table, along with a complimentary package of two large twenty inch long walleye filets which I knew would freeze up nicely after we departed.
I put on my cold weather gear and sledged my belongings and Captain Sarah's out to her little rented Cessna 152. For once, I found myself relegated to the Co-Pilot's position. It was a nice treat, seeing Captain Sarah take the yoke for a change!
Stay tuned for the Test Flight Details and Screenies in my next posting.
I don't have anything on my on my Vista machine Mel. Just turned on my XP machine and will perform an .xls search. Hold on.....!
EDIT: Nope, nothing turns up on .xls search on my XP rig. I'm fairly certain that I've got the latest one that you sent to me somewhere, just can't seem to find it!
I only have MS Excel on my XP Machine, and after opening it, and trying to open any possible saved files, I've come up completely empty! I suspect some house cleaning months ago may have seen those files swept out with the cobwebs. I'm really sorry Mel!
Jeag from Mel..........Jaeg from Mel.... do you read me ? ....... thanks old buddy, I will sit tight and keep checking my emails, sounds like you and Captain Sarah are hitting off ok................. Over.
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