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The Fishing Trip Written by Tony, flown by Ron:
This
was a great little flight, nice views, not too tough and a little Oregon
flair to it. I HIGHLY
recommend this to any of our overseas readers, just a real little blast
and it won’t take too long either. Tony,
thanks for this one! I’ve
flown into Sunriver and a couple spots on the Oregon coast…. then we
did that Medford -> Portland -> Pendleton run for the January FOTM
but I just haven’t flown around the state very much.
This was a great little flight, nice views, not too tough and a
little Oregon flair to it. You
write this like it happened to you!
I HIGHLY recommend this to any of our overseas readers, just a
real little blast and it won’t take too long either. I wasn’t sure how to go about writing the whole “Snobbish, city-slicker, Enron Exec story” but as it turned out, it didn’t matter. I grabbed this flight up first thing on March 31st and after the whole family was in bed I set out to fly it! Somewhere in the late night (or was it early morning?) the line between virtual-reality and real-reality was crossed and I dreamed that I was flying this flight, for REAL, with all the guys from my office. Mark was with me up front; his wife was skeptical about this whole fishing trip thing. Brace and Dan were in back. Brace is young and adventuresome; Dan loves to fish so no big deal for them. Mike and Matt were in the way back full of their usual sarcasm and “smart” remarks. I loaded up the flight and stayed in the Caravan float. I hate to admit this about a Default plane but I kinda like flying her. We pushed away from the shores of Crescent Lake where the fishing had been lousy, I dropped in one notch of flap and we headed off to the southeast. (Photo One) I made the climbing right-hand turn and was at 7,500 feet before I intercepted the 010 radial into the VOR. The six of us joked and laughed, as we always do and basically, it was an uneventful flight up to Lake Billy Chinook. Mark would happen to ask how in the world I knew when to turn onto 343* but that’s an explanation y’all don’t need. I held my altitude of 7,500 feet until I was nearly at the rim of the lake. Per Tony’s instruction there are two “South Fingers” here and I took the left one (for anyone flying this in the future, I’d recommend the right one instead). I dropped in one notch of flaps, pulled back on the throttle and dropped down to about 4,000 ft to scan for Crazy Myrtle’s place – this is no autopilot mind you. Once I saw it (before the big bend) I chopped the throttles, dropped in full flaps and dove for the water. (Photo two) “Wooooaahhhhhh” comes from the back of the plane as I hold the stick forward. As the water rushes up to meet us I ease back on the stick and settle in nicely right in front of the shack. (Photo three, just settling in) Everyone piles out, we grab our gear and check in – tomorrow will be some SERIOUS FISHING! Tony, thanks again, very fun!!
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