Maybe this guy would have been better at flying a 210. One on the yoke, one on the throttle and one on the gear lever.
Maybe he's another Darryl . . . as in "get your hand off it Darryl."
VAGUELY RELATED - An old Bass Strait Heron driver called Nigel
once waited for a long-winded jerk to cease his Tx, whereupon says Nigel - "Change hands Darryl . .. . change hands ."
Now
BUSH FLYING, where's Bushy when you want his expert opinion opined? Not down the Stuart Arms surely?
In '86 Fantome, in a hired C210 (VH-POO) stuck his silly neck out landing at sun down at Elizabeth Downs in the Kimberleys. What he didn't know that this was OLD Elizabeth Downs, but still marked with magenta circle on the current WAC. The NEW Elizabeth Downs, miles away, had not yet rated any reference on the friggin'chart. (And when he'd called the folk there from Broome earlier in the day they'd said not a word about relocation . .. just "Our strip's fine .. Flying Doctor in yesterday."
Still, despite the long grass (no, you don't need to know how long)
the party of 2 adults and 3 kids spent a memorable night in the near derelict homestead. "We of the Never Never' should have been the bedtime reading.
Fuelling at Kunnunurra next morning the fueller took one look at some long stalks of 'tell-tale' round the gear and said knowingly " Ahhh . .. I can see where you lot have been."