I was hooked, lined and sinkered from my very first flight in a Chipmunk as a CCF cadet circa 1976. Tragically, a lazy left eye meant I'd never get to fly C-130s from the RAF which, apart from being a milkman, was the only thing I'd ever really wanted to do(!)
So, went into a totally different field and worked all over the world for the intervening 30 years, while continuing to fly privately and build up glider hours.
Then, in 2003, did my first seaplane flight in N. Canada, and fell in love all over again, this time with bush-flying. So much so that I quit my job and moved here! Ended up working and flying all over N. Canada - and FL in Winter.
And.... one job involved working with First Air, who operate 2 Hercs up here. So I did end up getting to experience the pointy end of C-130s after all...
It's a funny old world. Especially if you don't lose sight of your dreams.
