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Animals in Aircraft
Yep thats right, im intrested in the moast interesting and unuseual animals any of you have transported in a AC....(now i dont mean 2 leggers acting like animals...there are plenty of thoes 
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I meen things like: Cows,horses,chooks....ect ect
Also any funny incidents involving animals and aircraft....
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... )I meen things like: Cows,horses,chooks....ect ect
Also any funny incidents involving animals and aircraft....
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Unusual Animals, Turkeys in a hession sack to populate an island with.
Interesting (not so funny) incident once with a calf running accross my path, too slow to go around again too fast to stop. A bit of rudder got me past however I am certain that I sucked in a fair bit of seat cussion! Lesson learnt. If you buzz cattle / animals off a strip which runs near a fence line, buzz along the fence side to move the animals into the open. If you buzz the strip and they run towards the fence they have a tendancy to go for open land when you are landing.
Interesting (not so funny) incident once with a calf running accross my path, too slow to go around again too fast to stop. A bit of rudder got me past however I am certain that I sucked in a fair bit of seat cussion! Lesson learnt. If you buzz cattle / animals off a strip which runs near a fence line, buzz along the fence side to move the animals into the open. If you buzz the strip and they run towards the fence they have a tendancy to go for open land when you are landing.
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Story I heard about these folks in the USA who were cat breeders/fanciers. They flew their Mooney across to some place where they collected a couple of pedigree pussies and were flying them home. Well, they were smart enough to transport them in a cage, but mid-way through the flight the cats seemed subdued and quiet enough so they got this bright idea to let them out of the cage.
Big Mistake!
The cats went super feral scrambling all around the cockpit and scratched and clawed the pilot and his wife. Needless to say they had to divert and land immediately. In hindsight they should have opened the door in flight - the cats would surely have exited the confined space.
Another incident (also in a Mooney) was a pilot with his German Shepherd in the back seat unrestrained. The pilot apparently had some out-of-trim difficulties and discovered the dog (70 lb) had climbed onto the parcel shelf behind the baggage area (10 lb max) moving the CG way aft.
Big Mistake!
The cats went super feral scrambling all around the cockpit and scratched and clawed the pilot and his wife. Needless to say they had to divert and land immediately. In hindsight they should have opened the door in flight - the cats would surely have exited the confined space.
Another incident (also in a Mooney) was a pilot with his German Shepherd in the back seat unrestrained. The pilot apparently had some out-of-trim difficulties and discovered the dog (70 lb) had climbed onto the parcel shelf behind the baggage area (10 lb max) moving the CG way aft.
Several hundred kilos of small crocodiles - live - that absolutely stank out the aircraft. Got used to the smell in cruise, but after landing without the ram air pressure holding the smell down the back, I nearly vomited.
The ops manager also recoiled as he approached the aircraft after shutdown.
And the wierdest - a load of dead goannas from Maralom (ne of KNX) to Port Keats to be eaten at a funeral. They were freshly dead so did not smell. Biddy even came running out of the longrass after I had started the engine with another one to add to the pile in the back of the 210....
The ops manager also recoiled as he approached the aircraft after shutdown.
And the wierdest - a load of dead goannas from Maralom (ne of KNX) to Port Keats to be eaten at a funeral. They were freshly dead so did not smell. Biddy even came running out of the longrass after I had started the engine with another one to add to the pile in the back of the 210....
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Hi all,
Most of you have already seen this before, but if you haven't I'm sure you'll like it.
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Most of you have already seen this before, but if you haven't I'm sure you'll like it.
http://www.jibjab.com/jokebox/jokebo...4/jokeid/66274
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Carried 800 goats out of Perth to KL the other day.
Fk me they STANK!
We did as much of the paperwork before TOPD, then as soon as shutting down at the gate rattled off the shutdown checklist, finished the paperowrk and got the heck outa there in about two minutes.
Fk me they STANK!
We did as much of the paperwork before TOPD, then as soon as shutting down at the gate rattled off the shutdown checklist, finished the paperowrk and got the heck outa there in about two minutes.
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Feral goats are the major reservoir (in Oz) of a zoonosis disease called Q Fever (an animal disease transferable to humans, but not human to human) which can make you seriously ill and cause long term damage to the heart, lungs and liver.
http://www.cdc.gov/healthypets/diseases/qfever.htm
You don't need a lot of exposure to feral goats to catch it either, and this is from someone who has been infected. Some folks don't react to it, or don't get sick straight away, and even then it can take up to 18 months before the antibodies will show you've had it.
If your employer has not provided you with any warning about feral goats or an inoculation against Q Fever, then they are putting you health at grave risk.
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I was based in an Arnhemland town called Galiwin'ku, Elcho Island NT (YELD)in 1996.
There was a big funeral going on in town, lots of aboriginal folk had flown in for several days of ceremony after the death of an important old bloke, the towns' population of 1,500 had almost doubled and the ALPA store was running out of food.
One lady, Phyllis Barrawanga, who was a good customer, came to me and wanted a charter to Mata Mata outstation, on the coast about 50nm to the east. She wanted me to take two of her sons and go fetch some 'njata,' or food, for her dozen or so family members that were there.
She paid me the $250 for the round trip, I loaded her two sons in the C206 and off we went.
We got to Mata Mata, an 800m dirt strip that met the beach at one end, landed and parked in front of the three houses plus schoolhouse fronting the landing strip, constituting the entire establishment of Mata Mata.
These two blokes hopped out and headed towards the beach/mangroves. It being arnhemland, they were dressed only in a pair of King Gee work shorts each. Fine, because pretty soon they were ankle deep in the mud, hauling on a line that extended out to the channel between the mainland and Inglis Island. One end of this line (blue and yellow Telstra 6mm poly rope) had been tied to a mangrove stump.
After a bit of effort, I saw what was at the other end of the line. It was a huge sea turtle, measuring about 1.2 metres across its shell from front to back, and with a head the size of a softball. It was attached to the line by a barbed spear tip. The two blokes explained that it had been caught about two weeks earlier, and was the last of three that they had caught. They ate the first one immediately, and due to Arnhemland's lack of electricity in general, and refrigeration in particular, it was more practical to keep the catch 'fresh' by attaching it to the line, letting it swim about until it was time for it to be eaten.
They hauled it out of the mud by its flippers, taking care to stay away from its head. I didn't see why that was necessary, because even though the turtle possessed a fairly nasty beak that could take a decent bite out of someone, it looked pretty much rooted to me. They then dumped it upside down in a wheelbarrow that still said Mitre 10 on the side, and wheeled it up to the 206.
Being a 1,000hr Arnhemland pilot, I wasn't particularly fazed by this. Traditional people, traditional food, traditional Mitre 10 wheelbarrow with pneumatic tyre. I opened the double doors, folded down the rear seat, spread out a green Glad garbage bag over the seat, and said "Lets put him here."
"Her." said the blokes, helpfully.
"Lets put her here." I said, pointing to the folded rear seat. I motioned for the skinnier bloke of the two to sit in the right middle seat. He could help manouevre the turtle once we got most of it through the doors. Then I folded down the left middle seat and stretched the garbage bag over that.
The other, bigger, bloke and I went to the turtle and wheeled the barrow close to the door. He took a pair of flippers on one side and I took the other. We looked at each other and gave a nod to take the weight and pick it up. Whoa, it was heavy. I guessed it at about 40 to 50kg. That was a lot of turtle, but about the weight of one normal pax for the back seat. Weight and balance? Checked.
We lifted the bugger up and out of the wheelbarrow and waddled it to the side of the 206. We rested it upside down on the edge of the seat. I let the bloke inside take the flippers I had been holding and indicated for them to put it on the seat, right on top of the plastic.
This they did in a not too gentle fashion, thumping it down on its back in the middle of the seat. The turtle, which I previously thought close to dead, gave one big protest. I didn't know turtles made a noise, but this one did, sort of like a throaty bark from a de-barked German Shepherd. Fark!! It nodded its head a bit and waved its flippers stupidly. Not very dignified. Speared, swimming in circles for two weeks at the end of a rope, now very definitely out of water and on its back. I kind of felt a bit sorry for it, but only for a moment...
Its final act of defiance, or resignation, who knows which, was to slowly release a massive, stinking, green turd. A cowpat sized arrangement that smelled of the sea. Right on the bit of carpet on the rear baggage area that was not covered by plastic.
The two arnhemland blokes and i looked at each other and wrinkled up our noses. It was pretty clear that we all found the stink offensive.
However, there were no vacuum cleaners and detergent where we were right now. The bigger bloke got into his front seat, I tied the turtle down using ropes to secure it to the seat tracks, gagging from the smell and copping the occasional whack from a flipper. Close back door, quick walk around, jump in, fire up the 206 and get some airflow over my nostrils, taxi to the end and away.
When we got back to YELD there was quite a crowd waiting for us, with a wheelbarrow (of course). The dozen or so members of Phyllis' family were well pleased with the arrival of the 'yirritja' turtle, with little kids jumping up and down at the prospect of turtle for dinner.
Getting the turtle out was an anticlimax after the shenanigans of getting it in, but the mess remained. Yet another one of those non-flying skills that you have to attend to as a bush pilot. Remove rear seat, remove rear carpet, taking care not to spill any of the turtle turd. Thankfully, the 25 minute flight had allowed it to dry a bit, so that was not as hard as it might have been. Wash down the aluminium floor of the baggage shelf, check it hadn't leaked anywhere else. Throw carpet into garbage bag, throw that into back of rust riddled Toyota Troopy, drive to office, remove bag and carpet, hit it with water from the hose until it resumes its normal 1960's brown carpet colour. Hang out to dry.
Ring LAME in Darwin and ask him if he is worried about the effects of turtle **** on one of his aeroplanes. Short discussion, no problem. VH-SPI back in service. Only one small problem, that aeroplane could not be used for a week as it reeked of that particular cowpat/dead fish smell.
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Thats one for Damian Keen. Wish you were still around to swap stories with mate.
There was a big funeral going on in town, lots of aboriginal folk had flown in for several days of ceremony after the death of an important old bloke, the towns' population of 1,500 had almost doubled and the ALPA store was running out of food.
One lady, Phyllis Barrawanga, who was a good customer, came to me and wanted a charter to Mata Mata outstation, on the coast about 50nm to the east. She wanted me to take two of her sons and go fetch some 'njata,' or food, for her dozen or so family members that were there.
She paid me the $250 for the round trip, I loaded her two sons in the C206 and off we went.
We got to Mata Mata, an 800m dirt strip that met the beach at one end, landed and parked in front of the three houses plus schoolhouse fronting the landing strip, constituting the entire establishment of Mata Mata.
These two blokes hopped out and headed towards the beach/mangroves. It being arnhemland, they were dressed only in a pair of King Gee work shorts each. Fine, because pretty soon they were ankle deep in the mud, hauling on a line that extended out to the channel between the mainland and Inglis Island. One end of this line (blue and yellow Telstra 6mm poly rope) had been tied to a mangrove stump.
After a bit of effort, I saw what was at the other end of the line. It was a huge sea turtle, measuring about 1.2 metres across its shell from front to back, and with a head the size of a softball. It was attached to the line by a barbed spear tip. The two blokes explained that it had been caught about two weeks earlier, and was the last of three that they had caught. They ate the first one immediately, and due to Arnhemland's lack of electricity in general, and refrigeration in particular, it was more practical to keep the catch 'fresh' by attaching it to the line, letting it swim about until it was time for it to be eaten.
They hauled it out of the mud by its flippers, taking care to stay away from its head. I didn't see why that was necessary, because even though the turtle possessed a fairly nasty beak that could take a decent bite out of someone, it looked pretty much rooted to me. They then dumped it upside down in a wheelbarrow that still said Mitre 10 on the side, and wheeled it up to the 206.
Being a 1,000hr Arnhemland pilot, I wasn't particularly fazed by this. Traditional people, traditional food, traditional Mitre 10 wheelbarrow with pneumatic tyre. I opened the double doors, folded down the rear seat, spread out a green Glad garbage bag over the seat, and said "Lets put him here."
"Her." said the blokes, helpfully.
"Lets put her here." I said, pointing to the folded rear seat. I motioned for the skinnier bloke of the two to sit in the right middle seat. He could help manouevre the turtle once we got most of it through the doors. Then I folded down the left middle seat and stretched the garbage bag over that.
The other, bigger, bloke and I went to the turtle and wheeled the barrow close to the door. He took a pair of flippers on one side and I took the other. We looked at each other and gave a nod to take the weight and pick it up. Whoa, it was heavy. I guessed it at about 40 to 50kg. That was a lot of turtle, but about the weight of one normal pax for the back seat. Weight and balance? Checked.
We lifted the bugger up and out of the wheelbarrow and waddled it to the side of the 206. We rested it upside down on the edge of the seat. I let the bloke inside take the flippers I had been holding and indicated for them to put it on the seat, right on top of the plastic.
This they did in a not too gentle fashion, thumping it down on its back in the middle of the seat. The turtle, which I previously thought close to dead, gave one big protest. I didn't know turtles made a noise, but this one did, sort of like a throaty bark from a de-barked German Shepherd. Fark!! It nodded its head a bit and waved its flippers stupidly. Not very dignified. Speared, swimming in circles for two weeks at the end of a rope, now very definitely out of water and on its back. I kind of felt a bit sorry for it, but only for a moment...
Its final act of defiance, or resignation, who knows which, was to slowly release a massive, stinking, green turd. A cowpat sized arrangement that smelled of the sea. Right on the bit of carpet on the rear baggage area that was not covered by plastic.
The two arnhemland blokes and i looked at each other and wrinkled up our noses. It was pretty clear that we all found the stink offensive.
However, there were no vacuum cleaners and detergent where we were right now. The bigger bloke got into his front seat, I tied the turtle down using ropes to secure it to the seat tracks, gagging from the smell and copping the occasional whack from a flipper. Close back door, quick walk around, jump in, fire up the 206 and get some airflow over my nostrils, taxi to the end and away.
When we got back to YELD there was quite a crowd waiting for us, with a wheelbarrow (of course). The dozen or so members of Phyllis' family were well pleased with the arrival of the 'yirritja' turtle, with little kids jumping up and down at the prospect of turtle for dinner.
Getting the turtle out was an anticlimax after the shenanigans of getting it in, but the mess remained. Yet another one of those non-flying skills that you have to attend to as a bush pilot. Remove rear seat, remove rear carpet, taking care not to spill any of the turtle turd. Thankfully, the 25 minute flight had allowed it to dry a bit, so that was not as hard as it might have been. Wash down the aluminium floor of the baggage shelf, check it hadn't leaked anywhere else. Throw carpet into garbage bag, throw that into back of rust riddled Toyota Troopy, drive to office, remove bag and carpet, hit it with water from the hose until it resumes its normal 1960's brown carpet colour. Hang out to dry.
Ring LAME in Darwin and ask him if he is worried about the effects of turtle **** on one of his aeroplanes. Short discussion, no problem. VH-SPI back in service. Only one small problem, that aeroplane could not be used for a week as it reeked of that particular cowpat/dead fish smell.
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Thats one for Damian Keen. Wish you were still around to swap stories with mate.
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ROTFLMAO!
I can't remember any interesting animals in aircraft. I do remember having a CAO reference to animals pointed out by the Air Leg instructor, eg, "prevent the escape of swine by rooting" many years ago, though.
Slight thread drift.
This talk of goats reminded me of a PPT received via email recently.
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ROTFLMAO!
I can't remember any interesting animals in aircraft. I do remember having a CAO reference to animals pointed out by the Air Leg instructor, eg, "prevent the escape of swine by rooting" many years ago, though.
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A long time ago now I did a few runs in an A mod. 402 from Port Moresby to Mt Hagen with a couple of thousand two day old chickens! The heat inside the aircraft was almost unbearable and only became almost comfortable once I got above 13,000'
Then picked up about 260 live Crocodiles to take to (I think) Goroka but unlike compressor stall's experience they did'nt stink, not that I recall.
Of course, living and working in the 'Land of the unexpected' made you get used to various smells anyway and by then I suspect that my olfactory nerves were somewhat dulled.
Then picked up about 260 live Crocodiles to take to (I think) Goroka but unlike compressor stall's experience they did'nt stink, not that I recall.
Of course, living and working in the 'Land of the unexpected' made you get used to various smells anyway and by then I suspect that my olfactory nerves were somewhat dulled.
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Damian KEEN
I realise that many of Damian Keen's, friends and fellow collegues have invariably become aware of his death in August 2006. As his wife, should anyone wish to make contact or enquire as to his death, I am contactable via email.
For the record, Damian loved his family unconditionally, was a wonderful loving husband, and an excellent father to our three children. Please don't allow anyone to question his love, or committment to his family. He believed his death would protect his loved ones, particularly me (his wife), and his children.
At the very least, he died knowing that we love him dearly, and miss him terribly......
All I can say is that he deserved so much more.
XX
For the record, Damian loved his family unconditionally, was a wonderful loving husband, and an excellent father to our three children. Please don't allow anyone to question his love, or committment to his family. He believed his death would protect his loved ones, particularly me (his wife), and his children.
At the very least, he died knowing that we love him dearly, and miss him terribly......
All I can say is that he deserved so much more.
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Had to fly 100kg of lobster once
Wasnt there a story (truthful/untruthful) where a russian freighter crew picked up a stray cow on an airfield and was flying it back to russia for dinner, but the beast got too restless in the hold so they threw it out the back and it ended up sinking a Japaneese fishing boat. Think I read it in the tales section of an Aus Aviation mag??
Wasnt there a story (truthful/untruthful) where a russian freighter crew picked up a stray cow on an airfield and was flying it back to russia for dinner, but the beast got too restless in the hold so they threw it out the back and it ended up sinking a Japaneese fishing boat. Think I read it in the tales section of an Aus Aviation mag??
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Like so many others I have carried Crocs, Turtles, Goannas, Dugong (sometimes alive, sometimes dead) and a hind quarter of Buffalo (that was dead of course).
Just another day in the life of a pilot up North, if only you could make a decent living, I suspect many of us would still be there...
Just another day in the life of a pilot up North, if only you could make a decent living, I suspect many of us would still be there...
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Wasnt there a story (truthful/untruthful) where a russian freighter crew picked up a stray cow on an airfield and was flying it back to russia for dinner, but the beast got too restless in the hold so they threw it out the back and it ended up sinking a Japaneese fishing boat. Think I read it in the tales section of an Aus Aviation mag??
Actually, the fishermen remained in jail for several weeks in Japan, until one day, when the Russian Air Force informed the Japanese government that the crew of one of their cargo planes had apparently stolen a cow that had wandered to the edge of a Siberian airstrip. It seems that the Russian crew members had forced the cow to get into the plane’s cargo hold, and took off, with the crew figuring that they would now be supplied with beef for quite some time. But what the crew hadn’t figured on was a very angry cow that began to thrash about inside the plane. Finally, things got so bad that in order to save the aircraft and themselves, at about 30,000 feet, in desperation, the crew opened the rear hatch and put the plane in a steep ascent, throwing the animal out the door somewhere over the Sea of Japan. End of story".
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Did a charter the other day. Departed Philadelphia empty for Sarasota Florida, picked up a puppy, some kind of new strange yappy breed. Droppped the pup at Teteboro New Jersey, no pax on any legs.
Charter cost $10'850 (learjet)
Pup cost $7500.
Nearly Half my Salary in 6 hours!
Some people have too much money
Charter cost $10'850 (learjet)
Pup cost $7500.
Nearly Half my Salary in 6 hours!
Some people have too much money
