All for about $AUD30,000pa. (I own the bleeding business too)
this is why I went and got my CPLH, gunna do the same stuff, just gunna be more fun.
Bad day for a mustering pilot.
wake up! beat alarm into silence, wake cook up and demand coffee, go back to sleep until grizzling cook arives back with coffee, moan about cockies that want to start work in the middle of the night all the time.
watch tele until being late is enevitable and then throw clothes on and run out to landcruizer, swear about that alternater problem you've been meaning to fix, drag every one out of bed and push start the heap.
head on down to the airport, swearing at the idiots that cant see you..... turn headlights on. open hangar doors and pull airplane out, check oil level and look at almost flat right main tyre that you've been meaning to pump up and make mental note to pump it up soon. jump in plane and fire it up..... running a bit rough, must pull that plug out later and clean it.
taxi for intersection departure and throttle up as you leave the taxi way, wonder why its taking so long to get airspeed, dodge kangaroo and then turn on landing light so I can see, notice windsock and turn light off again.
arrive at station and commence fueling, check watch, swear loudly, appologise to managers wife who was standing behind you with instructions for the days toil.
taxi out to strip and blast off, narrowly missing kangaroo and landcruiser, make mental note to use lights more often.... and clean windscreen, gotta pull that plug and clean it one day. look at map and relize its upside down, burn finger on cigerette lighter and make mental note to fix interior light. turn around and head for right paddock. chase sheep, station hands and anything else that moves for a few hours, get belted around the sky with monster thermals and swear at the station hands for being only slightly smarter than the sheep, appologise to the managers wife who was monitoring the freq.
dive on slow sheep and clip tree, make mental note to clean windscreen coz it is all white in the rising sun, check mobile to see if its in range and sms a msge to order a wing tip back home.
fininsh paddock and think to ones self "thank christ for that" its about 50deg in here, then recieve a msg from the manager that we should muster no3 paddock coz it'll only take an hour or so.
laugh hysterically, and agree.
finish job and fly back to town, push plane into hangar and ring some one for a jumpstart (gotta fix that alternator)get home and feild phone calls from cockies that want you to start their extensive mustering program tomorrow (I didnt book coz I didnt think you were busy (Oh, I thought we paid that account, ok, I'll get the office girl to post you a chq)) and moan and complain about having to put shearing back a week. log onto internet with intent to find something specific, quickly check Pprune,get sidetracked and look at porn and stuff and forget why I logged on in the first place. make mental note to buy floral shirt (so I look like a ag pilot) and look for ag work. Drink beam to excess and drift off to sleep to dream of choppas and the porn I was looking at earlier.
Oh, hang on.. thats no a bad day, thats a normal day.
Dunno if I would change a thing either (except to give overpitched's job a bash)
