Someone told me about an incident, which I shall let them relate if they care to do so.... and I replied with this, all of which happened in Labrador some 30 years ago. (Yeah, it IS like the scar scene from Jaws, innit?) Tell us your tales, 'Catters!

Here is my reply....

Oh my!!! Scarey stuff.

I nearly was killed BY a chopper... walked toward the tail rotor and just happened to see the pilot frantically waving at me to go the the other way... one more step and I would have been crow meat.

In an Otter : Nearly overturned at the end of taxi in the wind a mile offshore in water about 35F. Nearly crashed in a canyon as the plane was overloaded and couldn't climb with the tail wind. Nearly crashed when we hit water after getting up 20 feet... another overload.

In a Beaver : Flown into a lake and dropped near a fishing cabin. two morings later, we were in the water up to our necks as the forest fire was heading our way. The Beaver could not get near us due to the darft of the fire and we had to swim about 60 yards. But what REALLY pissed me off is that the rudder cables broke when we landed in Wabush and we ended up smacking into the shore of the lake... the cables were CLOTHESLINES from the local hardware store. I worked for Transport Canada - Air Division and guess ***CENSORED for the general public***

If God had wanted us to fly, eh? >;-)

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PS.... When the cables broke and we were heading into the shore, the young lad on the dock knew he had to get a line to us. Thinking quickly, he slung a rope over his head and should, ran down the dock at great speed, lept into the air as if he was Mark Spitz, swam even faster, and reached the Beaver just in time... to hear the pilot ask, "Wha da fook good is dat gonna do?" The other end was not tied to the dock.