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Aviophage
27th Aug 2010, 18:02
Have you ever had to raise your voice at your fellow airman in the cockpit before?

BOAC
27th Aug 2010, 18:05
Yes - "Get your hands out of your pockets, you scruffy lout"

con-pilot
27th Aug 2010, 18:36
Yup.


WAKE UP!

olepilot
27th Aug 2010, 19:06
I've been in VAC for four years.

Cough
27th Aug 2010, 22:57
"sorry Boac...."

stilton
27th Aug 2010, 22:58
A few of the deaf ones..

fireflybob
27th Aug 2010, 23:13
When the intercom failed!

d105
28th Aug 2010, 00:02
Back when I was an FO I had a captain who pulled a fire warning test on me during a visual turn to final. That kinda put me off for a few moments :P

misd-agin
28th Aug 2010, 02:48
Yes. I've mentioned it to coworkers - "You??? You shouted at another pilot??? Whoa." I've got a very slow fuse, that's very hard to light, but it finally lit off. As we say here in the states "a couple of F-bombs" were included. :mad: :mad::mad:

Kumba ya my lord, kumba ya, oh lord, kumba ya.... :ok: or "can't we all just get along?" :)

Ocampo
28th Aug 2010, 03:33
Nope, I've been yelled at, though (does that count?). I remember a certain flight instructor back in pre-solo days who made more noise than the very PA-28 engine...

So I haven't had the pleasure yet...but someday, oh someday... :E

411A
28th Aug 2010, 04:17
No...it's usually gear up and shut up.
Works good.:)

Bullethead
28th Aug 2010, 05:39
Usually if I get to the bar first it's my shout, :ok: oh you said shouted at! :ugh:

Regards,
BH.

Pool Boy
28th Aug 2010, 05:48
Yep! "STOP!" as the captain tried to taxi into a power cart while he was playing with the fmc. :p

Slasher
29th Aug 2010, 08:25
In extremeley heavey noisey rain, and/or severe turbulance
when my headset falls off my head. Other than that yeh I
politely but firmly yell at the kids on a reguler basis. Usualy
at those with less than 500 hrs and cant fly for crap.

Only time as a FO I yelled at a capt who wanted to shut down
an engine over water when the oil press light came on with
all the oil gages fine. Silly bloodey git.

AerocatS2A
29th Aug 2010, 10:48
Only time as a FO I yelled at a capt who wanted to shut down
an engine over water when the oil press light came on with
all the oil gages fine. Silly bloodey git.
That's what our QRH says, oil press warning light OR oil press below 40 PSI, shut down the engine.

Slasher
29th Aug 2010, 16:50
I didnt say what type of engine it was did I. :rolleyes:

AerocatS2A
30th Aug 2010, 13:08
No, you didn't.

I haven't had to yell at anyone yet.

Old Smokey
30th Aug 2010, 13:57
I yelled at my fellow pilots on EVERY flight which I did on the DC3 and DC4. If I hadn't, he wouldn't have heard a word above the million decibel roar of the engines. Sign language was used to the maximum, two fingers (palm facing of course) meant V2.:ok:

The only other time that I yelled at a fellow pilot was when the Captain became totally disorientated on a dark night takeoff, and at low level. There was no time for a polite "Excuse me", but an assertive "I HAVE CONTROL" as I pulled out of the dive, literally feet above the trees.

TAA pilots will remember Ron Hume's bellowing call of "FAILURE" during pre-V1 simulated failures during training. It sure left no doubt in my mind, and I have used it to the present day.

That's all in my shouting / yelling department.

Regards,

Old Smokey

Centaurus
30th Aug 2010, 14:56
I don't ever recall yelling impatiently at someone in the cockpit (I had a few instructors who were screaming skulls and I swore (pun if you missed it) that I would never allow myself to do that.

But a polite forceful support call was needed one dark night.
Synopsis: Dual instruction on newly arrived Lincoln captain to our squadron. He was a jovial former wartime Lancaster pilot with a DFC and Bar. Self a young QFI tasked to give the new arrival night flying at Townsville. Black night - very. We did a few left hand circuits and touch and go's which went OK. Then I asked him to make right turn after take off and head out to sea and climb to 5000ft for instrument approach.

The Lincoln was designed for single pilot ops and the captain had all the instruments, while the copilot position (also instructor seat) had nothing in front except various feathering buttons and engine starting/booster/fire warning/ morse keyand ident gizmo's/ - you name it.

From the right seat which was much lower than left seat, the occupant had to lean way over to the left to minimize parallax error when trying to see the one and only AH/compass/DG etc which was directly in front of the captain's seat.

After the last touch and go, we had reached 500 ft above the ocean below when the squadron leader commenced a Rate One right hand climbing turn through 30 degrees to the required heading. He asked for flap retraction at 500 ft but his cross-reference was rusty (he had been flying a desk for two years).

He failed to adjust the pitch attitude sufficiently to allow for the trim change with flaps coming up, and as the flaps came up he allowed the nose to drop ever so slightly and we gently descended in the dark towards the sea. He was totally on the clocks and I noticed the VSI go from 500 fpm up to 200 fpm down. This was getting interesting.

The airspeed gradually increased and as all this happened around 500-800 ft it was becoming clear he hadn't picked the problem. From the RH seat, I watched the radio altimeter over on his side bleeding off altitude and around 300 ft above the water and still descending I politely said "SIR - CHECK YOUR VSI". I had deliberately left it a bit late to see if he picked the gradual descent. But he hadn't.

With a foul oath he quickly hauled back on the wheel and that was the end of the story. Despite all his undoubted night flying experience over Nazi Germany, a simple scanning error could have caused the loss of an aircraft.

Later over a beer, I talked to a mate of mine who was a new QFI just joined the squadron and said to him you had better watch the old bloke because he is rusty on instruments. Then described what had happened.

Several months later it turned out to be a timely warning. We had been on detachment at Darwin on a mobility exercise with several Lincolns. At midnight, the squadron leader who had received his command several months earlier, took off and made a right hand climbing turn in and out of low cloud in order to set course over the top for home.

The new QFI sat in the bomb-aimer's seat right in the nose of the Lincoln as he was not part of the crew that night. He had a grandstand view. When the Lincoln was half way around the 270 degree departure turn and around 1500 ft agl, the QFI sensed a gradual descent. The aircraft was in IMC. Occasional moon light between cloud layers illuminated mangrove swamps below and he realised in horror the swamps were getting closer and closer. The young Sergeant copilot in the RH seat was busy setting boost and RPM and was not monitoring the captains instruments.

The QFI in the bomb-aimer's seat suddenly recalled my warning months earlier and shouted over the intercom "Pull up - for Christ's sake - Pull UP"

With a jerk on the controls the captain pulled back hard and the rest of the six hour flight was uneventful. Not a word was said. It proves there are occasions where a polite support call is all very fine; but sometimes a loud shout is needed