Paul B
NJRC Member
redfishbluefish, it doesn't look familiar. I have plenty of pictures of crabs from the Sound but I can't post them so make believe there is a huge picture of a crab here that does not look like a sock monkey.
OK what was this thread about? Oh Spirit Airlines and the tank birthday. I can't put a tank picture up but I have one more airline story. It is not as long, but it is also true as all my stories are.
This story is keeping in line with this thread and as I said, if you don't want to read it, why are you looking at this thread? I think there is a re-run of "I Love Lucy" on.
I think the worst airline I flew was Frontier airlines. I was in Kentucky and the Army sent me to Colorado on Frontier Airlines. The plane was a 16 seater with two propellers one of which were about 3" from my window. The pilot who was about 70 years old, 350lbs. was wearing a 10 gallon hat. He carried a small step stool out so the people and goats could get in.
The plane was filled with some farmers, old ladies and a couple of German tourists. Some of the people had bushels of apples and other produce. The Captain gets in, no co pilot, and we take off. It was rough because there was no real runway, just a dirt strip.
As we climb to about 75' and level off the Captain turns around to yell that we are about to land. We had only been airborne maybe 3 minutes and I thought something was wrong. But nothing was wrong, this was our first stop.
We land and some people get out and some more get on. Again we reach our cruising altitude of, Oh I am not sure but we cleared the tree tops.
Again the Captain yells "we are landing" Some get off and some get on.
This goes on for the larger portion of the day with us landing on every patch of dirt or dead end street all the way to Colorado. Finally we get to the Grand Canyon and I know the trip is almost over. By now the Captain and most of the passengers are all singing "The Yellow Rose of Texas" at the top of their lungs which tended to drown out the drone of the propeller next to my ear. So the Captain says, I am going to tilt the plane to give the young soldier a good look at the canyon. Before I could say NNNNOOOOOOoo he's got this thing on it's side. The singing seemed louder now as goats, chickens and produce was flying all through the cabin.
We finally land in Colorado and I got off, it took me a while to get out of my seat but those two old ladies helped me.
That was what the Army booked me on. Viet Nam seemed so much safer.
OH, and I just remembered that crab. I did find that in my tank ,not the Sound, and I remember I didn't know how he got in there. I still have that picture someplace.
OK what was this thread about? Oh Spirit Airlines and the tank birthday. I can't put a tank picture up but I have one more airline story. It is not as long, but it is also true as all my stories are.
This story is keeping in line with this thread and as I said, if you don't want to read it, why are you looking at this thread? I think there is a re-run of "I Love Lucy" on.
I think the worst airline I flew was Frontier airlines. I was in Kentucky and the Army sent me to Colorado on Frontier Airlines. The plane was a 16 seater with two propellers one of which were about 3" from my window. The pilot who was about 70 years old, 350lbs. was wearing a 10 gallon hat. He carried a small step stool out so the people and goats could get in.
The plane was filled with some farmers, old ladies and a couple of German tourists. Some of the people had bushels of apples and other produce. The Captain gets in, no co pilot, and we take off. It was rough because there was no real runway, just a dirt strip.
As we climb to about 75' and level off the Captain turns around to yell that we are about to land. We had only been airborne maybe 3 minutes and I thought something was wrong. But nothing was wrong, this was our first stop.
We land and some people get out and some more get on. Again we reach our cruising altitude of, Oh I am not sure but we cleared the tree tops.
Again the Captain yells "we are landing" Some get off and some get on.
This goes on for the larger portion of the day with us landing on every patch of dirt or dead end street all the way to Colorado. Finally we get to the Grand Canyon and I know the trip is almost over. By now the Captain and most of the passengers are all singing "The Yellow Rose of Texas" at the top of their lungs which tended to drown out the drone of the propeller next to my ear. So the Captain says, I am going to tilt the plane to give the young soldier a good look at the canyon. Before I could say NNNNOOOOOOoo he's got this thing on it's side. The singing seemed louder now as goats, chickens and produce was flying all through the cabin.
We finally land in Colorado and I got off, it took me a while to get out of my seat but those two old ladies helped me.
That was what the Army booked me on. Viet Nam seemed so much safer.
OH, and I just remembered that crab. I did find that in my tank ,not the Sound, and I remember I didn't know how he got in there. I still have that picture someplace.