Off thread, but talk of drums brought it back. Burketown in the ‘60’s. Early morning after arriving at last light. Head office advised B’town closest fuel to a big aerial survey job needed ASAP, so we should operate from there. I was not impressed - B’town in 60’s- but boss anxious to please head office, so I reluctantly agreed.
Managed to find the fuel agent -
“I’m told you’ve got AVGAS”
”That’s right”
To boss - I guess we can survive it for a week.
OK, I’ll be coming in each day at lunchtime and last light, needing about 100 gals a time.
“Jeez,mate. I’ve got a drum!”
Thanks very much, we’re going to the Isa!