skyking1
Senior Member
A couple of hunters chartered a Beaver on floats to go out to this remote lake in the thawed out North, hunting moose. The pilot promised he'd be back in two weeks, and he was back like clockwork.I don't think seaplanes tolerate overloads nearly as well as trucks.
Hunting was good, and their gear and a huge bunch of moose was on the dock waiting. The pilot took one look and said " no way can I haul you and that out of here on one trip"
The guy did it last year, the customer said. They harassed and cajoled and the guy relented. They loaded in all up and now the pilot faced a glass calm little lake, no wind, and rising terrain all around. He circled around the lake and got it chopped up, made some little waves, brought it around as hard as he dared ant took off in the best direction.
First one float, then the other came out of the water and he staggered along in ground effect. he circled the little bowl from hell till he thought he could get out of it. He had to do something the cylinder head and oil temps were pegging with all the abuse he dealt the old radial.
The plane roared along just above the little treetops, and for a while he though he made it. Then the slightest of downdrafts drove him down into the trees.
The old beaver kept it's promise and structural integrity as they mushed into the trees and came to rest mostly in good shape.
He looks back to check his passengers and they are in a hot discussion!?!
One says " no way, we did not." the other says "we did too" and they keep up, making a bet on the matter. One of them climbs up one of the trees and points off in the distance.
"We DID get farther than last year, pay up!"