Here's a good "there I was" story... I was 15 years old and working on my initial solo for my private, with my dad as my instructor, flying our Cessna 170. My dad had me fly east of the airport to the practice area to work on turns about a point and S-turns over one of the local highways. The turns about a point went without a hitch, and so we turned back to the west to work on the S-turns. My dad had me enter the S-turn over the east-west highway, working from east to west, at 1200' MSL and 100 KIAS as the sun was setting. As you can imagine, on the northern and southern legs of the S-turns, you would have to turn into the sun, and it was completely blinding -- there was a 1-second period where you couldn't see anything in front of you... So I am on the northern leg of this S-turn. I cross over the highway, roll left to start my southern leg over the highway, and I'm blinded by the sun. When I roll out, I am right in the middle of a flock of about 20 buzzards, which start going ape sh*t and start fluttering all over the place. My first instinct was to dive, so I stomped left rudder and shoved the yoke forward, and the last bastard buzzard decides to dive in the same direction -- WHAM! Took him right on the leading edge of the left wing, right next to the landing light. We hit it so hard it threw us forward in our straps -- it left a 3 ft x 6 in deep dent in the leading edge. The Cessna immediately yawed hard to the left, and being a good student, I followed my student pilot bird-strike checklist:
1. Gawk at damage
2. Cuss excessively
3. Cuss some more
Luckily, my dad, a 20,000+ hr pilot, was flying right seat, and he told me to shut the hell up, took over the controls, and flew us back and landed the aircraft relatively uneventfully back at our home airport. Post-flight inspection of the wing showed a whole lot of blood and buzzard guts, a big dent, but luckily no spar damage. My dad had the wing sent off to get fixed, and I soloed on my 16th birthday.