Sat in the back of an Otter floatplane on our way back to Goose Bay from a fishing trip in '79. Windows start to spark from corners to middle, sparking grows rapidly into what looked like a furnace, spectacular but rather scary so we all tightened our seatbelts, then an almighty bang as God's big spark hit us on the prop, engine goes quiet. Looked forward, pilots working like one armed paper hangers to get the mighty Pratt working again. Never got to say thanks guys, but still very grateful!
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