Having decided to end the fly-in, Ginger and I have been
discussing its history. During dinner or random moments, one of us will
remember something, then we're both laughing. It has been an interesting trip.
There are so many unforgettable times the idea of a Fly-In
Hall of Fame was hard to hold back. Of course, some of these moments would only
be funny to a very few people and that posed a problem. How do you have a hall
of fame most when people had to be there to find it memorable? The solution was
easy. We'd have a hall of fame for our own appreciation.
Mr. Custom PT Cruiser
Guy - This wanker called us and, in his mind, ripped us a new asshole. He
had followed his GPS instead of following our driving directions and when he
ended up on a washed out road, in his "highly customized" PT Cruiser,
he was upset we didn't have more signs pointing the way.
The Great Flaming Gas
Can - Yep, that was me. Never one to shy away from putting fuel on a fire,
when the fire in our newly built fire pit refused to light I had a solution.
The fire took off, flashed, caught the gas can on fire, and I flung it away.
There, in the yard, lay a flaming ball of plastic. Grass didn't grow there for
years. Those who were on hand still laugh about it.
Extra across the
Runway and Up the Hill Guy - One year, right in the middle of it all, an
Extra came across the field toward the hill at around 100'. Reaching the hill
he pulled up, rolled, and barely missed a helicopter at the top
that was supposed to be there taking photos. Several months later the same guy
was on the news. He had flown another plane south and bailed out attempting to
fake his death. Yeah, it was that guy.
George Pascal -
George and I used to be flying friends when I had a Stearman. We were each
other's excuse to fly and when possible those two planes were going somewhere
with all seats filled. I have never once heard anything even remotely
unpleasant about George. Years ago I looked to him for advice and did my best
to mold my horrid ways so they would better match his. If there are a few
polished spots on this turd, he is responsible for one of them. Anyway, the
reason I mention him here is because he and I together approached Fritz about
holding a fly-in here and it was he and I who started it. Very quickly though,
having a full plate of his own, he took on the role of attendee and many forgot
he was part of its founding.
The Aerobatic Guy Who
was called by the FAA - One year, a regular attendee took off and flew
west. He was far enough away to be clear of the field but close enough you
could still see him over the top of the hill. He did a few rolls and a loop,
maybe, and left. On hand that day was an FAA guy I had known for a long time. In
his soul he was friendly to GA, but ultimately, he was loyal to the FAA. A week
later everyone was talking about how I had turned the aerobatic guy in to the
FEDS. To the contrary, after hearing about it I had called my friend at the FAA
and chewed him out so badly we wouldn't talk for a long time. I felt he should
have either been there as a FED or an attendee but not both, and also that he
should have called me and let me handle it (self-police). I later found out a
nearby person, who always wanted to host such an event, had started the rumor.
From there people ran with it. People who knew me well were more interested in
obviously false gossip than reality. I still remember the names of each person
who perpetuated that lie.
Desperate for Wine
- There was a couple who used to come to the event until there were two bad
weather events in a row. That evening Ginger and I visited with them, and a few other
friends, at their hotel. The plan was to drink wine as we knew it would be their
last. Sitting there panic struck us all when it was realized we had no way to
remove the cork. Struggling with racing minds I had an idea. Inside the truck
toolbox was a rechargeable driver. I used it to drive a screw into the cork and
then used pliers to pull on the head of the screw to remove the cork. We'll
never forget that wine. It turned out to be a funny end to a bad day.
Guy Calls to ask
"My friend is supposed to land there in a Champ; have you seen him?"
- Ginger answered the phone, heard the questions, giggled, and replied,
"We have fifteen planes in the pattern. I have no idea.” The guy got mad
and hung up. He called back and Ginger's dad answered. The same guy immediately
went on about a rude lady who had laughed at him and he wanted to know if his
friend's plane had landed. Ginger's dad said, "You'll have to talk to the
lady in charge.” It was Ginger. The guy then went on and on about being some
uber master commander of the CAP and how he was concerned about his friend. It
turns out the Champ pilot was only one minute late, landing off a perfect
flight - with no flight plan. The master commander had a reputation for
checking on everyone that way.
Is That You Phil?
- The year our friend Phil had been around quite a bit. At times he is quite
the jokester and it had become part of our lives. That year, during the fly-in,
whenever somebody called and asked a ridiculous question of Ginger. Her
response was, "Is that you, Phil?” Funny, both ends of those conversations thought the other was crazy.
The "I'll Run
over You Pilot" - One year we had a DC-3 here who caused a stir. What
he did wouldn't be bad if it happened somewhere else, and by a stable
individual, but because it was during the fly-in it caused a shit-storm of
problems. The pilot, well known for such things, left a trail of bad juju
wherever he went. Observers, and low-information pilots, thought he was great.
Those in the know, not so much. After our event a photo of his
"performance" became remotely famous and in turn I received calls
from airport managers throughout the southeast. They had had similar issues.
Film from that day shows him almost take the head off one guy and nearly hit
two different planes in the air. Having to take evasive maneuvers to miss one
of them (didn't even see the other), he flew over another group of planes on
the ground. This story is highly abbreviated and leads to the next. Oh, I almost forgot. This guy would also later end up in the national news.
The Guy Whose Shirt
Got Stretched - When the DC-3 madman flew over the group of planes on the
ground, one owner went ape shit. By this time I was absolutely exhausted,
didn't feel well, and didn't give a shit about anything. That's when I got word
someone had screamed at Ginger about something. I asked her what happened and
the angry aircraft owner had come up to her and gone bananas screaming about
the dangerous display and blaming us for it and on and on. Being somewhat tired
of it all with fatigue, I found the guy and went a little ape shit on him. Do
what you want but don't attack Ginger. This guy was a notorious "I have
money so I should be pampered and listened to" type and I wasn't about to
have any of that. When I grabbed his collar and pushed him onto his plane
another guy walked up, flashed a badge, and suggested he leave. The guy climbs
in his plane to fly off and we start to walk away. As we do our friend says,
you do know that isn't a real police badge right? Suddenly it was the funniest
thing that had happened all day. Note: Angry guy went on to have a very short
run for Senate.
Volunteers - Our
volunteers have done an amazing job helping us build this event. There are so
many great people involved it is the one thing we don't like about ending the
fly-in. They've built showers, walked in the heat to find holes and filled
them, hosed out port-o-lets, and scooped up dead skunks. Together they ran
trams, dumped trash, parked planes, parked cars, and all the little jobs it
took to make an event work. Some of them also volunteer at another event a week
earlier. Thanks to all of them.
Our friend Nick
Stroud sees things. - We'll
never forget how Nick, while visiting the event, hesitated then said,
"I've either had too much to drink or there is something floating around
making little flashes.” Being from the UK, and London, he had never seen a
lightning bug (firefly). We also introduced him to s’mores. Wha? You've never
had a s’more? Good God man!
The "I know you
say no aerobatics but can I do aerobatics" guy. - After one event when
only a few people and planes were left, one guy came up to ask a friend who was
sitting by me, "I know the website says no aerobatics, and the newsletter
says no aerobatics, and they don't like aerobatics, but can I do aerobatics?”
True story. My friend points to me and says, "You should ask the owner.”
He asked me the same and having witnessed this guy's behavior throughout the
day I knew it didn't matter what I would say, therefore this is a quote of what
I told him, "NO, you can't do aerobatics, but if you decided you are going
to go out there and do them anyway and you crash and kill yourself I'm going to
tell everyone what an idiot you were.” Guess what? He crashed. In the process
he almost killed his friend and himself. They were both very lucky although
severely injured. Later it would turn out he had a history of such things. He
was obsessed with being the cool pilot and had put many people in great danger.
The FEDS wanted to take his license for life. Someone in the Air Force pulled
strings and months later he had it back and was attempting to turn it into a Hallmark Channel
movie about a pilot who courageously came back from an accident. Friends at the
IAC got word of him trying to pin his problems on us and very quickly shut him
down. The next year at Oshkosh the guy who was in the front seat when it crashed found
us. He had felt his big toes for the first time that day and wanted to tell us. Standing there, with the help of a cane, he told us one of his biggest issues to get over was, in his words,
"How was it that you knew he was going to do that and I didn't?” Pilots
are among the most easily conned people in the world and many have suffered
because of it.
Barry Bannon - If
cherry picking a few people to mention by name, Barry's has to be on the list.
If you have enjoyed the showers, sinks, water, and many other things, thank
him. Yes, other people helped him but Barry is a machine that never quits. Thanks
Barry.
The No Longer Selling
Alcohol Fly-In - One fly-in Saturday morning we got word of a disaster. The
port-o-lets had been puked in by several folks and they needed to be cleaned. I
was standing there when a guy opened on and said, "HOLY HELL! Were these
guys from ___burg?” We never sold alcohol at the event again. People had fallen
in the fire, moved stones and dropped them on their toes, twisted ankles, and
more. The portable outhouses were so bad they had to be fire hosed clean.
The Old Guys Who
Never Listened - From the beginning we told attendees there was no crossing
the runway except at the north end. However, old pilot guys being old pilot
guys they didn't listen. A few times they decided to cross without looking. One pilot yanked his plane into the air early and barely missed giving
one dude a haircut. Ginger grew so tired of this she got air horns and a bullhorn
and waited. The first group of old pilot guys to try crossing the runway soiled their
shorts and were mad as hell. We still laugh about that a few times a year. The
rules are there for a reason.
Both Families -
Both our families have gone beyond the call of duty to help through the years. Thanks
to all of you.
The Rain Out -
Only three planes made it and only two landed at the event. Glenn Frith in his
Travel Air and Nathan Hammond in a New Standard. The field here, resting on
loam soil, can take an amazing amount of rain and still be firm. One year we
had between three and four inches of rain Friday night and still had the fly-in
on Saturday. However, the week of the rainout was a freak of nature. It rained
continuously, all day every day, from the moment Glenn arrived on vapors
through a gap in low clouds, early in the week. We pushed him in the hangar and
it began to rain. That day of the fly-in the ground was like pudding. I've
never seen it anywhere close to that. When we started this event in the 90's, I
chose the date based on data from NOAA. It was, on average, the driest weekend
of the year, as far back as records went. One other plane made it from Florida
and I still hate we told him to land elsewhere. Looking back, the ruts would
have been worth it - one of my few fly-in regrets.
Glenn Frith - Few
people have put out the effort to attend and help than Glenn has. I am hesitant
to name names because then I have to name all the exceptional folks and that
would take days. Nevertheless, Glenn must receive mention. Every year since
2004 or 5, I can't remember, he has flown here from southern Florida, nearly a
week early, so that he could help us make sure the event is possible. There
aren't enough “THANKS” in me to cover what he has done for us.
The Marriage and
Honeymoon - One couple was married here at the fly-in. Another wonderful
couple showed up in a Champ and on their windows were words "Just Married.” They had come here on their honeymoon.
Unexpected Visitors
- There is actually a low-level training route that comes near Lee Bottom. One
fly-in a formation of F-16s were going by, saw us, and decided to circle. That
was fun. Liberty Belle, the B-17, used to fly over the event each year. They
would be at Clark County giving rides and our place made a perfect max distance
point for the length of their rides. Then there was the year the big Sikorsky
from St. Louis Helicopters dropped in. Flying overhead after a lift in
Cincinnati, someone looked down and said, "I bet they have food down
there.” They circled back, gave us a great fly-by, and then landed. They were a
great bunch of guys. The next year, I heard that machine was somewhere working
when it had a mechanical and crashed.
Cory Thomas -
This dude has helped every year since the beginning. He's truly part of our
family. His sister Maggie is much the same, helping until she went away to college. Note: remember the peaches from Sinful Sundays? Their family grows them.
Moved into Hotel Due
to No Electricity - Most people are surprised when we tell them the biggest
threat to our event is a hurricane. During September it is common for
hurricanes to hit the gulf. After landfall the remains come up through the
Midwest. One year the remains were so strong they still qualified as a class
one hurricane when the eye came over Lee Bottom. This knocked out the power two
weeks before the event and it appeared it would not be back on in time for the
fly-in. In response we moved everything into a hotel and ran it from there.
Meanwhile we stayed on the phones calling movers and shakers and one day before
the event it came back on.
College Students
- Students from a university flight school volunteered one year. They were a
great help during the day and at night their true pilot spirits came to life.
Reports of loud noises coming from their tents, raucous behavior, and plucking
used ice from the grass to chill their beer made us laugh. We wondered how they
would feel if they knew three different airline chief pilots camped nearby -
airlines they would love to fly for.
Broken Foot -
There's no way for me to dress this one up but Ginger still attempts to make it
sound reasonable. One year, as the fly-in drew nigh, she decided to do some
painting, from a ladder, sideways, on a slope, while stepping from the ladder
onto some steps, and somehow, God only knows, she managed to fall and break a
bone in her foot. That was an interesting fly-in.
Volunteers of Old
- People like Jim Hartlage, Errol Hand, Steve Kratt, and Charlie Laird used to
put out an exceptional effort in the early days to help out. They put in great
efforts and made a huge difference before their lives went in other
directions.
Media Coverage –
Media groups from around the world covered our event. For all the profit in the top end of
aviation, it is the grass roots level keeping it alive. Thanks to everyone in
aviation media who understands.
Sonerai Guy -
Some guy from Madison who had recently learned to fly, in a tricycle aircraft,
decided he needed a race plane and bought a Sonerai. The next thing he decided
he needed to do was to bring it to the fly-in. Coming down final, without
slowing down, it appeared he went under the horizontal and over the wing of a
Lake Amphibian, went hauling ass by the video camera I had set up to record,
and as the outcome of his landing attempt grew more questionable people in
front of the camera could be seen to watch him go by, straighten up, the step
forward to look downfield, then run further to watch the accident, then to sigh
in relief and shake their heads. After
touching ground a few feet from the end of the runway, at over 100 mph, he
located a brain cell, shoved in power, and yanked back, barely clearing the
trees off the south end. He didn't make another attempt. I still have that
video.
Bowman Eagles and the Louisville EAA Chapter - The members of these groups are here due to their undying support of the field and our events. Thanks to all of you.
BEES! – We had
some trees that were rotting where we now have fly-in central and one of them
had fallen down. I asked Glenn and
Little Donnie Weber if they could cut it up and move it. The next thing you know they came running. When the chainsaw started, Donnie screamed,
“BEEEES” and they both had split as they came out. Yet, despite saying “BEEES” they said they
were yellow jackets or wasps or something.
Therefore, I fell back on tradition, grabbed some gas and a lighter, and
went after them. First I doused them
with fuel. Then I lit a paper towel, and
as I swung my arm and released it I saw they had actually been bees. I felt horrible. But the story of Glenn and Donnie running
around like their heads were on fire still made me laugh.
The Atomic Bomb
Bon-Fire – Several years ago we had a huge pile of tree limbs, old lumber,
and odd stuff to burn. Leading up to the
fly-in, if there was a piece of wood to be disposed of, we put it on a pile
near the river so we could have a bon-fire at the event. When the day came I poured old oil, bad
kerosene, and even some Illudium Q45 on it so that it would light off that
night. Well, when we went to light it,
nothing. The wood was too wet. So, while the rest of us enjoyed a small
fire up at the airport, our friend Mike Korff, and one of the RV Campers, continued to pour
everything they could find that was flammable onto the pile. An hour or two had gone by and I went to the
house for something. Standing there,
pouring a drink, I saw a brief flash, my retinas fried, I felt the heat, then
the house shook with a massive KA-BOOOOM!!!
Running to the window, what was left of my eyesight made out what
appeared to be the after effects of a small thermonuclear weapon’s blast.
Apparently, when you reach a fuel to wood mixture of 50/50, it doesn’t matter
how wet the wood. It will burn; burn like
the light of a thousand suns.
And there has to be at least this many more. What stands out in your mind?
