phrogpilot73
Well-Known Member
A message in another thread prompted me to start this thread. It got me thinking, and thought perhaps we could educate the youngin's with our salty wisdom... After all, it's not just their IP's blowing smoke up their ass. So, what is your scariest day or night experience flying? NO - pregnant midget strippers while on cross-country in a C-130 don't count. 
I actually have two...
First deployment, brand new HAC and the CO wants us to do NVG CQ's on the TransLant home. Low Light (you know, the kind of low light that is only around the ship), no visible horizon, ship at its pitch and roll limits. I brief that we're going to hit the instrument pattern and come back at the end to do two landings each pilot (so we meet the letter of the law WRT CO's intent). I come back to land, and proceed to do the dance of death over the spot for 5 minutes before slamming it into the deck. Thought I was ok, but when my copilot took his turn and turned towards the ship, and was below the flight deck, I realized that I was done for the night. Called for the catch and kill and took the ass chewing from the CO for coming back early. That was the only time that I felt a terrifying urge to get out of the aircraft immediately. Although it is closely tied with the time the same CO turned off AFCS during an instrument check in actual IMC conditions...
Second deployment, salty WTI flying with another salty WTI. Mission was to insert an R&S team to do a bridge survey west of Al Asad. Again, Low Light Night and the imagery analyst guys told me "hard packed sand" for the LZ. First approach to the zone - can't judge my groundspeed 'cause it's so friggin' dark and end up blowing past it. I see a road, so I decide to land there. End up putting only one main mount on the road, and as I start to lower the collective and cyclic realize that I'm now falling forward and rolling left. Scream like a six year old girl, pull till I hear the horns and come around for attempt #2. Shoot the approach realizing I don't have the contrast to do a visual approach, so I'm doing 90% of the approach between the radalt, HHSI and Ground Speed. Finally come in to land, and find out that it's the nice talcum powdery sand. I brown out just as the crew chief calls blind, scream like a five year old girl, pull till I hear the horns and realize that the engines didn't spool up in time. WHAM! Bounce the main mounts off the deck and I'm airborne again - ready for try three. Shoot the approach a little faster than the second try, but slower than the first. End up putting the wheels on deck with something close to 20 knots of forward airspeed and stand on the brakes 'till she stops. Give the controls to copilot, let him fly back to the airfield, and smoke a full pack of cigarettes within 10 minutes of landing. The interesting part of this story was that we were being escorted by 2xF/A-18's in the overhead and after we called that we had inserted the team they responded with "Wow, looks like you guys were working hard down there..."

I actually have two...
First deployment, brand new HAC and the CO wants us to do NVG CQ's on the TransLant home. Low Light (you know, the kind of low light that is only around the ship), no visible horizon, ship at its pitch and roll limits. I brief that we're going to hit the instrument pattern and come back at the end to do two landings each pilot (so we meet the letter of the law WRT CO's intent). I come back to land, and proceed to do the dance of death over the spot for 5 minutes before slamming it into the deck. Thought I was ok, but when my copilot took his turn and turned towards the ship, and was below the flight deck, I realized that I was done for the night. Called for the catch and kill and took the ass chewing from the CO for coming back early. That was the only time that I felt a terrifying urge to get out of the aircraft immediately. Although it is closely tied with the time the same CO turned off AFCS during an instrument check in actual IMC conditions...
Second deployment, salty WTI flying with another salty WTI. Mission was to insert an R&S team to do a bridge survey west of Al Asad. Again, Low Light Night and the imagery analyst guys told me "hard packed sand" for the LZ. First approach to the zone - can't judge my groundspeed 'cause it's so friggin' dark and end up blowing past it. I see a road, so I decide to land there. End up putting only one main mount on the road, and as I start to lower the collective and cyclic realize that I'm now falling forward and rolling left. Scream like a six year old girl, pull till I hear the horns and come around for attempt #2. Shoot the approach realizing I don't have the contrast to do a visual approach, so I'm doing 90% of the approach between the radalt, HHSI and Ground Speed. Finally come in to land, and find out that it's the nice talcum powdery sand. I brown out just as the crew chief calls blind, scream like a five year old girl, pull till I hear the horns and realize that the engines didn't spool up in time. WHAM! Bounce the main mounts off the deck and I'm airborne again - ready for try three. Shoot the approach a little faster than the second try, but slower than the first. End up putting the wheels on deck with something close to 20 knots of forward airspeed and stand on the brakes 'till she stops. Give the controls to copilot, let him fly back to the airfield, and smoke a full pack of cigarettes within 10 minutes of landing. The interesting part of this story was that we were being escorted by 2xF/A-18's in the overhead and after we called that we had inserted the team they responded with "Wow, looks like you guys were working hard down there..."