DHC-6 Real World Stories Needed
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DHC-6 Real World Stories Needed
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I am a virtual pilot with a small simulator flying the DHC-6 on MS Flight Simulator. I have been asked to put together a small booklet for simulator fans in order to describe the DHC-6.
As I dont want to only explain switches and gauges I have added some real life stories provided by Twin Otter Pilots around the world.
I am still in need of adventurous, amuzing, exciting stories with the DHC-6 on floats or somewhere hot i.e. Africa.
If you have such as story (that I could use) or anything else to contrubute please let me know.
Cheers
Andre
I am a virtual pilot with a small simulator flying the DHC-6 on MS Flight Simulator. I have been asked to put together a small booklet for simulator fans in order to describe the DHC-6.
As I dont want to only explain switches and gauges I have added some real life stories provided by Twin Otter Pilots around the world.
I am still in need of adventurous, amuzing, exciting stories with the DHC-6 on floats or somewhere hot i.e. Africa.
If you have such as story (that I could use) or anything else to contrubute please let me know.
Cheers
Andre
Not sure what sort of stories you are looking for but here is one of the most amusing stories told to me in the Nairobi aero club many years ago by a brilliant chap called Hugh Pryor. He dude to write articles for SA Flyer but I'm not sure if he still does. Somebody on here will be able to tell you.
Here is a copy of one of his articles based on the story told to me. Enjoy.
"Shongololo"
Peregrine I must have known for almost thirty years. We flew together with the East African Flying Doctors in the seventies and he is now a very close neighbour of ours, down at the coast, North of Mombasa in Kenya. In fact his house is about three minutes walk from ours.
Peregrine is a man of habit. Every morning his alarm clock wakes him at 5:30 and he gets out of bed and goes down stairs to make the tea for himself and his wife who teaches at a local private school. The tea is like a trigger which activates Peregrine's alimentary system. So, immediately after the tea he sits down behind locked doors for what has become known as Peregrine's First Movement. During this performance he searches the back pages of Flight International Magazine to see how the jobs markets are getting along because, ever since he joined his present company, he has been telling everyone that he will leave them at the first opportunity. The company is Swiss and treats its staff with the kind of arrogance which makes most of them to be of the same mind as Peregrine. After doing the paper work he gets into the shower and allows his brain cells to come alive under the penetrating streams of steaming water. The sleep now washed away, he towels himself off and takes a shave, Then he climbs into his uniform with the four gold stripes on each shoulder and goes down stairs to eat a bowl of cereal. This is followed by a four-and-half-minute boiled egg with a lightly toasted piece of bread with the crusts cut off and sparingly spread with Sunflower margarine. Then he kisses his wife and jumps into his short wheel base Land Rover for the drive to the airport.
Peregrine is employed by an entrepreneur called Kurt Ridun who spotted an interesting feature of the German Unemployment Benefit. In Germany even the uemployed need a holiday, so the government gives them thirteen months salary. Mr. Ridun took the national average of that salary and built a tropical holiday around it. So, for an extraordinaryly low price you can be flown on Mr. Ridun's DC-10 out to Mombasa where you will be enertained at one of Mr. Ridun's palatial hotels with your toes in the azure waters of the Indian Ocean. Each pampered visitor is issued with an introduction pack which consists of a notebook, pencil, ballpen and Game Spotter's Guide which contains an illustrated list f some of the flora and forna to look for on your Safari.
Also included in the pack is an Advice Book. This has a list of important telephone numbers and the names of people to contact if you need anything. In the Advice Book there is also a list of Does & Don'ts.....If you see a snake, don't go and pick it up. It'll probably kill you.....If you see a Water Buffalo, don't pat it on the nose because it'll probably do the same....If you see a Shongololo its harmless but don't pick it up. Shongololos are shiny brown Millipedes anything up to ten inches long with hundreds of tiny pink legs which move in waves, propelling the Shongololo through the grass rather like a train. If you pick them up they curl themselves into a defensive ball and deposit an unmentionable on your hand. The unmentionable contains an alkali stain, rather like Henna, which will stay on your hand until you change your skin. The smell's not too unpleasant...sort of yeasty with a hint of E-coli.
For a little extra, Mr. Ridun will fly you up-country to the game parks, where you will experience the thrill and nostalgia which the Kenyan bush offers to anyone brought up on Tarzan or Hemingway. More than likely, Peregrine or one of his colleages will be the captain of the aircraft which takes you there.
Only once, to my knowledge, has Peregrine unintentionally broken the rhythm of his life...and that was after a memorable visit to our house during which a certain amount of the amber nectar passed his lips.
the following morning, Peregrine's alarm clock failed in its duty and his wife was taking a Saturday morning lie-in, there being no school that day. Peregrine awoke in a panic. This had never happened to him before, so he did not kno how to cope with the situation. There wasn't time to perform the First Movement. He could only throw on his uniform and leave. He even forgot to put on the four gold bars, the only visible signs of his elevated status. In his panic he fogot to kiss his wife too. His mind was totally focused on the horrifying possibility that nasty old Mr. Ridun might look for someone more reliable to fill Peregrine's shoes.
He arrived at the airport just in time to see the eighteen enormous Germans boarding his aircraft. Each one was carrying the little cotton bag containing the Introduction Pack. The First Officer was sitting in the cockpit fiddling with the paper work and trying not to hide the smirk brought on by the late arrival of his Captain. Peregrine relaxed slightly and completed the pre-flight walk-around inspection of the aeroplane before climbing into the cockpit to join the First Officer.
In silence, Peregrine worked his way through the appropriate engine tests and then called for the check list to be completed as they taxied out.
They took off.
The flight went well for the first hour, and then, suddenly Peregrine remembered that the First Movement had not been performed and there was still more than an hour to go before they reached a suitable venue!
The realisation that no immediate relief was possible seemed to galvanise Peregrines whole digestive tract and the First Movement declared its irresistable intention to go public...NOW!
Peregrine ordered the First Officer to go down the back to do the tea and buns and chat to the passengers. First Officers relish this chance to disport themselves in front of ordinary mortals and so Peregrine anticipated that he would easily have enough time to carry out the necessary.
After making sure that the tea and buns routine was well under way, he closed the cockpit doors and by an extraordinary feat of contortional gymnastics he released the First Movement into a sick bag. Thank God for Wet Wipes!
Its disposal presented little problem, there being an openable window right by Peregrine's left shoulder. He pulled the window down and the roar of the wind tugged at his hair. He raised the bag to the window and THWUPPP!...half the bag disappeared. Shrugging his shoulders, he allowed the empty neck of the bag to follow it into the tearing wind.
Unbeknown to Peregrine, the contents of the bag had smacked onto the outer skin of the fuselage and was, at this very moment working its way down past all the windows, keenly observed by each passenger in turn. Some even reached for their Game Spotter's Guides, as this interesting phenomenon slid across the perspex, to fall off the far end, leaving its trail behind it.
Eventually they reached the famous Maasai Mara game reserve and Peregrine pulled off one of his customary smooth landings which elicited a round of applause from the back. He opened the cockpit door and jumped down. As he walked round to open the air stair door, an unpleasant, but nevertheless familiar, aroma assaulted his nostrils. When he reached up to open to the door handle his attention was inevitably drawn to the trail left by the First Movement across all the windows. there was obviously going to be some explaining to do!
As the passengers disembarked, they also became aware of the aroma and looked enquiringly at Peregrine. An embarrassed giggle escaped from his lips and he said, "You want to watch out for those Shongololo's. They can get to ten thousand feet!"
Here is a copy of one of his articles based on the story told to me. Enjoy.
"Shongololo"
Peregrine I must have known for almost thirty years. We flew together with the East African Flying Doctors in the seventies and he is now a very close neighbour of ours, down at the coast, North of Mombasa in Kenya. In fact his house is about three minutes walk from ours.
Peregrine is a man of habit. Every morning his alarm clock wakes him at 5:30 and he gets out of bed and goes down stairs to make the tea for himself and his wife who teaches at a local private school. The tea is like a trigger which activates Peregrine's alimentary system. So, immediately after the tea he sits down behind locked doors for what has become known as Peregrine's First Movement. During this performance he searches the back pages of Flight International Magazine to see how the jobs markets are getting along because, ever since he joined his present company, he has been telling everyone that he will leave them at the first opportunity. The company is Swiss and treats its staff with the kind of arrogance which makes most of them to be of the same mind as Peregrine. After doing the paper work he gets into the shower and allows his brain cells to come alive under the penetrating streams of steaming water. The sleep now washed away, he towels himself off and takes a shave, Then he climbs into his uniform with the four gold stripes on each shoulder and goes down stairs to eat a bowl of cereal. This is followed by a four-and-half-minute boiled egg with a lightly toasted piece of bread with the crusts cut off and sparingly spread with Sunflower margarine. Then he kisses his wife and jumps into his short wheel base Land Rover for the drive to the airport.
Peregrine is employed by an entrepreneur called Kurt Ridun who spotted an interesting feature of the German Unemployment Benefit. In Germany even the uemployed need a holiday, so the government gives them thirteen months salary. Mr. Ridun took the national average of that salary and built a tropical holiday around it. So, for an extraordinaryly low price you can be flown on Mr. Ridun's DC-10 out to Mombasa where you will be enertained at one of Mr. Ridun's palatial hotels with your toes in the azure waters of the Indian Ocean. Each pampered visitor is issued with an introduction pack which consists of a notebook, pencil, ballpen and Game Spotter's Guide which contains an illustrated list f some of the flora and forna to look for on your Safari.
Also included in the pack is an Advice Book. This has a list of important telephone numbers and the names of people to contact if you need anything. In the Advice Book there is also a list of Does & Don'ts.....If you see a snake, don't go and pick it up. It'll probably kill you.....If you see a Water Buffalo, don't pat it on the nose because it'll probably do the same....If you see a Shongololo its harmless but don't pick it up. Shongololos are shiny brown Millipedes anything up to ten inches long with hundreds of tiny pink legs which move in waves, propelling the Shongololo through the grass rather like a train. If you pick them up they curl themselves into a defensive ball and deposit an unmentionable on your hand. The unmentionable contains an alkali stain, rather like Henna, which will stay on your hand until you change your skin. The smell's not too unpleasant...sort of yeasty with a hint of E-coli.
For a little extra, Mr. Ridun will fly you up-country to the game parks, where you will experience the thrill and nostalgia which the Kenyan bush offers to anyone brought up on Tarzan or Hemingway. More than likely, Peregrine or one of his colleages will be the captain of the aircraft which takes you there.
Only once, to my knowledge, has Peregrine unintentionally broken the rhythm of his life...and that was after a memorable visit to our house during which a certain amount of the amber nectar passed his lips.
the following morning, Peregrine's alarm clock failed in its duty and his wife was taking a Saturday morning lie-in, there being no school that day. Peregrine awoke in a panic. This had never happened to him before, so he did not kno how to cope with the situation. There wasn't time to perform the First Movement. He could only throw on his uniform and leave. He even forgot to put on the four gold bars, the only visible signs of his elevated status. In his panic he fogot to kiss his wife too. His mind was totally focused on the horrifying possibility that nasty old Mr. Ridun might look for someone more reliable to fill Peregrine's shoes.
He arrived at the airport just in time to see the eighteen enormous Germans boarding his aircraft. Each one was carrying the little cotton bag containing the Introduction Pack. The First Officer was sitting in the cockpit fiddling with the paper work and trying not to hide the smirk brought on by the late arrival of his Captain. Peregrine relaxed slightly and completed the pre-flight walk-around inspection of the aeroplane before climbing into the cockpit to join the First Officer.
In silence, Peregrine worked his way through the appropriate engine tests and then called for the check list to be completed as they taxied out.
They took off.
The flight went well for the first hour, and then, suddenly Peregrine remembered that the First Movement had not been performed and there was still more than an hour to go before they reached a suitable venue!
The realisation that no immediate relief was possible seemed to galvanise Peregrines whole digestive tract and the First Movement declared its irresistable intention to go public...NOW!
Peregrine ordered the First Officer to go down the back to do the tea and buns and chat to the passengers. First Officers relish this chance to disport themselves in front of ordinary mortals and so Peregrine anticipated that he would easily have enough time to carry out the necessary.
After making sure that the tea and buns routine was well under way, he closed the cockpit doors and by an extraordinary feat of contortional gymnastics he released the First Movement into a sick bag. Thank God for Wet Wipes!
Its disposal presented little problem, there being an openable window right by Peregrine's left shoulder. He pulled the window down and the roar of the wind tugged at his hair. He raised the bag to the window and THWUPPP!...half the bag disappeared. Shrugging his shoulders, he allowed the empty neck of the bag to follow it into the tearing wind.
Unbeknown to Peregrine, the contents of the bag had smacked onto the outer skin of the fuselage and was, at this very moment working its way down past all the windows, keenly observed by each passenger in turn. Some even reached for their Game Spotter's Guides, as this interesting phenomenon slid across the perspex, to fall off the far end, leaving its trail behind it.
Eventually they reached the famous Maasai Mara game reserve and Peregrine pulled off one of his customary smooth landings which elicited a round of applause from the back. He opened the cockpit door and jumped down. As he walked round to open the air stair door, an unpleasant, but nevertheless familiar, aroma assaulted his nostrils. When he reached up to open to the door handle his attention was inevitably drawn to the trail left by the First Movement across all the windows. there was obviously going to be some explaining to do!
As the passengers disembarked, they also became aware of the aroma and looked enquiringly at Peregrine. An embarrassed giggle escaped from his lips and he said, "You want to watch out for those Shongololo's. They can get to ten thousand feet!"
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Thanks for sharing this story.
I am in particular looking for short stories around the DHC-6 Twin Otter - anything from amusing to exciting experiences that pilots have made flying this bird.
So i.e. a challenging approach, failure in flight, unusual happenings etc
Cheers
Andre
I am in particular looking for short stories around the DHC-6 Twin Otter - anything from amusing to exciting experiences that pilots have made flying this bird.
So i.e. a challenging approach, failure in flight, unusual happenings etc
Cheers
Andre
