Thanksgiving weekend: Long ago.
We got two of the goats in the PA-12 (that is a Piper aircraft) and this is the off the charts part of this specific account, the two goats were in the plane, and I was ordered to climb in as best I could on top of the two Mt. Goats, and "Hold-on". I had wrongly assumed he would fly the goats out, and return to get me.
I could only get less than halfway into the PA-12 but held onto the top goat, and we flew back to Birchwood Airport, with my belly-button and lower parts hanging out of the door of the PA-12. I was face down in bloody goat with legs a butt sticking straight out the side of the plane, ice cold November air blowing up my pants legs. I would yell, "I am slipping", and he would reach around grab my belt and help hold me in.
It was a very cold and frightening flight.
I have hundreds of these accounts, from all over Alaska, in the last 55 years. Looking for someone skilled at recording them.
We got two of the goats in the PA-12 (that is a Piper aircraft) and this is the off the charts part of this specific account, the two goats were in the plane, and I was ordered to climb in as best I could on top of the two Mt. Goats, and "Hold-on". I had wrongly assumed he would fly the goats out, and return to get me.
I could only get less than halfway into the PA-12 but held onto the top goat, and we flew back to Birchwood Airport, with my belly-button and lower parts hanging out of the door of the PA-12. I was face down in bloody goat with legs a butt sticking straight out the side of the plane, ice cold November air blowing up my pants legs. I would yell, "I am slipping", and he would reach around grab my belt and help hold me in.
It was a very cold and frightening flight.
I have hundreds of these accounts, from all over Alaska, in the last 55 years. Looking for someone skilled at recording them.