In my Army Reserve Air Ambualnce unit there wa a flight medic that nobody wanted to fly with. No sooner would we slide the doors closed on our UH-1V's, this sum'bitch would float the most hellacious air bisquits. And then laugh while we all choked. :yuck_125:
We fixed him like this:
When we flew in the winter (Syracuse, NY), we had cold weather flying gear that we would wear during pre-flights and start-up. Once the aircraft was warmed up and pumping heat into the cabin, we would shed the cold-weather gear and stow it until RTB. On this particular flight, the pilots and I conspired thusly: When he took his cold weather gear off, they would distract him and I would grab his gear and hide it. Next time he farted, the pilot cranked the heat in the front, instructed us to open the doors (thereby letting in 25 degree air) and put on our cold weather gear. So we open the doors and I put on my stuff. He is scrambling to find his. After a couple minutes he asks if he can close his door while he finds his gear. Request denied. At this point you could see on his face that he is starting to realize that he is being had. We spend the next 5 minutes or so berating him for torturing us with his gasious emmissions. After almost 10 minutes of open door flying, not only is the stench gone, but it is pretty cold in the aft cabin. We got him to promise to not fart while flying until summertime (when we flew with the doors pinned open).
