airpirate25
Grape Ape...Grape Ape
My last ANAV instructor was a C-141 driver with exceptional military bearing and in the opinion of a bright eyed, know jack-sh*t ensign, a top-notch pilot. On the other hand, I hated to fly with him. I could grease the brief, look damn good getting into the air, pop an unexpected and prieviously unbriefed approach, and get little more than a nod; same scenario if I was over my time estimates and channeling the "force" to determine the winds. While I never worried about getting a hunk of butt taken out, I had a hard time figuring out if I was improving, sucking or having an outta body experience. I truly liked getting Marine or hard core Navy guys because they would let you now real quick how little you prepared for this hop. The sheer fear of facing a snarling, K-bar toting Captain, or prior BT, "Frog" LT made me feel like the Red Baron himself if I managed not to pink the flight.