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SASless
23rd Jun 2006, 20:11
Ran across this summary of a long-time helicopter pilot who summarizes the American Helicopter Pilots situation very accurately. Ever wonder why most of us have Resume's longer than our legs?

WHY YOU DON’T MAKE ANY MONEY
WILLIE DYKES - 3/13/2005

Foreword: The article is an attempt to describe a 37 year love/hate relationship with this industry. The open-endedness is deliberate. Though it's a little hard to see in the exchanges contained in your forum, I have found helicopter pilots to be among the most intelligent, clear thinking, and broad minded people on the planet. They don't need to be told what to do.

This problem of ours needs all the creativity and energy we can muster from the boys. If the discussion/debate is kept loud and noisy, the solution will emerge-usually from the least likely source.


When I first started flying helicopters commercially, I thought I was going to get rich.

After a few years that started to look silly, so then I wanted to earn enough to make a down payment on a single family dwelling and own a two year old car.

Since that, too, stayed just out of reach, I decided I just wanted to make as much as a bull cook.

As most of you know, a bull cook doesn’t cook. They do all the heavy, dirty, and menial work around a camp or an oil rig. This is not to demean the position or worth of the bull cook, for in the leaky lifeboat of camp life, the pilot would be thrown overboard long before the bull cook if freeboard became an issue. Bull cooks make about 50% more than helicopter pilots in most camps, for working a better schedule.

Helicopter pilots almost made bull cook wages in Alaska back in the 90's when the USGS was setting up for a summer field campaign. Wages for all the personnel needed to operate a camp were set by the contract, so that the bidders wouldn’t have to cut each other’s throats with slave labor. The helicopter pilots (flying Hughes 500's or Bell 206's) were to be paid just like the other hands, with straight pay for a normal day, and overtime for anything over. All this at the same, preset, uniform level for all bidders. Since the pilots would naturally be available for 14 hours a day, seven days a week, the potential monthly stipend was an eye-opener.

The goose was strangled, however, before the first egg was laid.

The helicopter operators got together and lobbied the government for a change in the pay scale.

They said, , “We can’t pay helicopter pilots that much money!”

What they meant was, if they paid their little bird drivers over twice what the medium and heavy drivers were getting, the older drivers would demand the jobs, and they would have no experienced hands to operate the bigger birds. Paying helicopter pilots as much as bull cooks would wreck the industry as we know it!

The pay scale was changed, the industry was saved, and the bull cooks retained swaggering rights on pay day.

So that begs the question, "Should we really be making any more money for what we do?".

Have you ever looked at what you guys do for a living? Guiding a contraption that is nothing but a gas bomb surrounded by slashing blades that will disintegrate at the slightest contact down through holes in huge trees and among jagged rocks.

Hovering over mountainous waves in a gale at night with a guy attached to you by a swinging cable, so far out in the ocean that you probably won’t have enough gas to get home.

Scud running through towers, power lines, and notches in the hills with just enough vis for an “OH s**t” before you hit something, carrying somebody’s broken child in the back that’s dying by the second.

Spending your entire workday shifting your concentration from instruments at three feet to the end of a 100' cable while using both hands and feet to maintain your position in the air, where just shutting your eyes for ten seconds to ease the strain would cause a violent, fatal, zillion dollar wreck.

Doing twenty or thirty landings a day while poking around in the summertime soup that’s the GOM.

I know you feel relatively safe, and even enjoy it some, but you have to look at it objectively. The U.S. Forest Service pays its firefighters 25% more for working around helicopters than for just fighting raging forest fires.

The Emergency Services folks in the region where I flew EMS required that a fully staffed fire truck be present whenever a helicopter landed off an airport.

That’s when I started asking myself “Am I a cross between Evel Knievel and the Lone Ranger?” If I am, then why is everybody else on the job making more money, and working a better schedule?

I know, I’m a weenie and a whiner. If you gave me money, next I’d want a life-it never ends. The Oriental axiom that everything is just as it should be at any given time needs to be brought into play.

Once upon a time, there were almost no helicopters around. They were operated by a handful of men who could be described as promoters, pioneers, bandits, or visionaries. The general public regarded the machines as a novelty, and their niche in aviation was tiny and tenuous.

Then came WW Viet Nam. All of a sudden, these middle aged entrepreneurs had access to capable, reliable machines and an endless supply of child pilots. Personnel problems were non-existent. Pilots would work for whatever was offered, or offer to work for nothing. Many were single, rootless drifters who saw one place as being just about as good as another. Camp life was real life to them.

The operators cannot be blamed for taking advantage of such a windfall. They were abetted by young drivers who were anxious to prove that it wasn’t for their lack of bravery and dedication that the war was lost Unlike the horde of airplane drivers that came out of WWII into the airline industry, the young helicopter pilots flew almost exclusively single pilot on jobs where not more than a few drivers saw one another at a time.

As time passed, the pilots grew frustrated, suspicious of their bosses and brethren, and bitter from the powerlessness of their situation.

It was during these years from about 1965-1975 that many of the industry standards became set in stone.

It wasn’t because they were well thought out, or even reasonable, and very little of it was done on purpose. It’s just the way things were. Pilots could be had for nothing, and so they became pitiful objects in their own eyes and the eyes of those they worked alongside.

In many venues, including the home, a man’s paycheck is a measure of his worth. The profession and the skills associated with it must not amount to much if it doesn’t pay well. The fiercely competitive operators were not about to give an opponent a break by laying out more for wages unilaterally, so everybody soldiered on, building resentment and ill will.

From the pilot’s point of view, since you made no money and had no life, there was no reason for loyalty or rationale for longevity on any particular job. Thus the gypsy helicopter pilot was born. He could usually be depended on to do a journeyman’s job for a time, but often left for other pastures with little warning.

The operators of the time were best represented by a remark that is attributed to Bob Suggs of PHI. When asked if he worried about a shortage of helicopter pilots, he is said to have replied, “I can get all the helicopter pilots I need in the gutters of New Orleans.” If it hadn’t been true, everyone would have just laughed.

Nowadays, a lot of young folks who investigate the profession end up walking away scratching their heads. Flying helicopters looks like it would be so cool, but the parts of the scenario don’t add up. The work is demanding and often patently dangerous. The training is outrageously expensive and will not result in your being hireable. The job allows little time or space for anything resembling real life, and the pay seems fairly ordinary. Their question is, “Why would anyone do this?”

The only way a game this silly could continue is if everybody agrees to play. The operators are in business, and in modern business practice, if long range planning has a significant impact on the short-term bottom line it will be ignored. There may be a train wreck coming in the form of a pilot shortage, or pilot revolution, but they have to hear some brakes screeching before they act.

The customers are only too willing to put on the blinders when assured by the operators that helicopter pilots are not affected by fatigue and circadian rhythms like other humans. This voluntary delusion also allows them to believe that a person who is chronically peeved about his schedule and compensation will do them a wonderful job.

Pilots aren’t like other people, they have a code-don’t they?

The pilots are playing just as hard as anybody else. The only way to perpetuate the myth that “I’m the only one who can actually fly these things worth a damn” is to belittle and put down the rest of the guys. The logging pilot calls the EMS guy a weenie because he only averages an hour a day of flight time. The EMS guy calls the logging pilot an idiot, because anybody who does what he does should be making at least 150 grand a year.

Relationships among disciplines and among individual drivers are characterized by condescension and disrespect. Killing everyone else in the room is a proven shortcut to proving your individuality.

Flight training philosophy in the U.S., military and civilian, is based on the “Kick me beat me” system where the instructor gets to lord it over the student and eventually convinces him that his reward for taking it will be that he will get to kick and beat others someday. Fun, but not exactly uplifting.

A no-fly decision by one pilot for weather or other operational safety reasons is seen as a direct challenge and call to action by every other pilot in the neighborhood. As a result, no day is so long, no log is so heavy, and no weather so funky that the customer won’t fully expect some dummy to try it. Helicopter pilots see their fate as totally unconnected to that of anyone or anything else. Interesting, if juvenile, perspective. If nobody dies, the operator, customer, and the pilot are tickled to death to call blind luck good procedure.

This combination of factors has produced a perception of helicopter pilots that is pervasive in American Society. Perception is always stronger than truth, and is almost impossible to fight. The aggregate perception is of an iconoclastic, back biting, uppity tradesman.

That’s why you don’t make any money. .

Market forces may eventually make material changes in the situation, but don’t count on it. Every incipient pilot shortage is preceded by a military buildup or a recession. The number of patients killed by stressed-out, fatigue-muddled EMS crews will cause the medical insurance agencies to rethink air transport. It will remain more of a carnival ride than a profession.

The only person who could possibly be counted on to save you is a lonely actuary trapped in some lonely cubicle in an insurance agency, who runs the numbers on accidents. He will find, to the horror of all involved, that tired pilots drop things and bump into things, just like everyone else.

Since the picture is bleak and unlikely to change, the only real mystery that remains is why anyone would do it. There’s an answer, and it’s not good news. The sensation of rotary wing flight is such a powerful drug that it blocks out all reason in those unfortunate enough to have used it. The mindless linear zooming that airplane drivers call “flight” has a certain limited appeal. Just being up in the air is novelty enough to entertain a few-take balloons for example. But being the mind in the body of a bird is the kind of feeling that would cause a person to behave strangely. The ability to savor this feeling while performing useful work is an addiction that can only lead to poverty, obscurity, and bitterness. It’s a terrible job, but you like it too much to quit. You’re screwed.

The guys who are saying shut up and cowboy up, and the commie firebrands crying union are all pulling for the same cause. They are trying, one through stoicism, one through pay scale, to bring some respect into the helicopter industry. You don’t make no money cause you don’t get no respect, and you don’t get no respect cause you don’t make no money. Like I said, you’re screwed.
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HOGE
23rd Jun 2006, 20:40
Spot on!

Seems to be much the same situation in Britain too, and probably any country that has a flag and its own postage stamps.

Still we must all enjoy it enormously, or else there'd be a lot of helicopters gathering dust in the hangars.

Lama Bear
23rd Jun 2006, 20:42
Pretty much says it all. I'm glad I'm almost done! Let the young guys have it.

PO dust devil
24th Jun 2006, 00:44
Thanks Willie and in turn SASless,

I resemble that remark.

DD

Kleenex
24th Jun 2006, 07:44
It sucks that we can't turn to pole dancing to make ends meet.

MBJ
24th Jun 2006, 14:04
Well Kleenex, you could - but remind me not to go to that kind of club!

Head Turner
26th Jun 2006, 09:52
When I am asked 'if' flying is a good career I say 'no'. And go on to explain that it is a hobby which provides a small income. If I had known sooner I would have got a different job, perhaps had made loads of money and flown helicopters as a hobby.

B Sousa
26th Jun 2006, 15:35
HOGE writes"Seems to be much the same situation in Britain too, and probably any country that has a flag and its own postage stamps."

One thing I note from UK posters is that the flying is not the same here. We can fly from one end of the country to the other without talking to anyone and as low as we need. (with some planning) For instance I recently did a ferry flight from the bottom of Florida through the southern states to Texas and only calls were made when I would land for fuel at controlled airports, or through controlled airspace. which I could have gone around.
We also do not have the paperwork giant, forms, permits, notifications, prior permissions AND a 5 lb pilots license bulging in our pockets.
Point being minimal intrustion for Pilots if they want it. And the job still gets done.........

Lama Bear
26th Jun 2006, 17:19
otter712

You are coming into the game way late. You are reaping the benefits earned by those that have gone on before. I too am a civilian trained pilot but it was in 1974.

"working 16 hour days, making $60,000, and seeing several colleagues die due to errors from others"

The same can be said by every old timer on this board while they were working in this industry. Except for the making $60,000 a year. We flew under powered equipment in remote areas with little or no logistical support. Big pay was $1,000 a month and $10 a flight hour. Per diem was just enough to stay in the cheapest motel and eat cheap food.

When I first started it was common practice to put the helicopter on a trailer and pull it to the job where ever that might be with the fuel truck. Unload it and go hire a local as the truck driver for the summer. We only saw a mechanic when we were broken, and I do mean broken, or for a 100 hour inspection. We left in the spring and didn't expect to return until the job was over in the fall.

Only the horrendous accident rates in the late 70's and early 80's in the seismic industry made the operators decide that we had to have time off. Before then the days off were when you were broken or the weather did not permit flight. Those weren't very often as each pilot decided what was flyable or not. Too many no-fly days and you were looking for a job.

Yes you have a fairly simple job flying great equipment with well established work shifts, excellent weather information and excellent training. But it wasn't always so. It is for past work and deprivation that so many old guys would like to have more as we are finishing our careers.

Hobbit
26th Jun 2006, 17:33
Its an interesting thought, because are lucky enough to find our job enjoyable, we cannot demand a reasonable return for our years of training, skill and judgement. When push comes to shove the buck does stop here and our license is the only currency that our employer is playing for. Yes I left the military and went into plank flying. I believe this is a real job and deserves recognition, of course it will never happen because we are such a disparate group and finding two pilots who agree on a topic is as likely as being able to mix oil and water!!!!!

MightyGem
26th Jun 2006, 21:37
only calls were made when I would land for fuel at controlled airports, or through controlled airspace. which I could have gone around.

You can do the same in the UK if you wish.