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Message: [QUOTE="AlaskaSU, post: 1651031, member: 230"] You would not do too well in the bush. Here are 3 of my experiences, and there are more. Flying over one of the remotest places on Earth, the Brooks Range, in a small plane sitting on my gear because there were no seats in the plane, as we took them out in Arctic Village to make more room for gear, a red idiot light on the dash showing an electrical problem was lit up (to be fair, the pilot had warned us before takeoff) and Beethoven was blasting at ear splitting level on the stereo. Very surreal. Not a sign of civilization. Heading to Kake flying over the remote mountainous spine of Admiralty Island in a fog, seeing a peak dead ahead and doing a 180. Flying from Stewart BC to Prince Rupert BC in a Twin Otter left over from WWII, after watching the pilot standing on the wing to pump fuel into the plane while smoking a cigarette, but then again it was the first flight to get in for a couple of days, flying UNDER a 500 foot fog ceiling following Portland Canal (a several hundred mile fjord) under constant turbulence with the pilot chain smoking and occasionally having to bend down to retrieve a lost cigarette due to turbulence, and a minister up front praying. Emergency landing on the water in a WWII era Gruman Goose when the water rudder deployed while in flight, having to hit the water at high speed and narrowly missing crashing into the dock. Flying from Dillingham (Bristol Bay) to Wood Tik Chik in a wooden framed Widgeon (red velvet interior), that is after the pilot woke up from his hangover knap right on an off ramp. Flying from Gustavus to Juneau in a beat up turbo prop that friends just bought from a CA skydiving outfit and having the wheel brake engage and lock up on our departure approach. It spun us into a 360 turn. We took the brake off and flew into Juneau without brakes. Loading an A-Star chopper to the gills, beer and all, five people and the pilot, and taking off as a way of seeing if we had too much weight. Flying in a chopper in a winter snowstorm from Canmore, Alberta to Mount Assiniboine. Flying with a crazy old pilot who drives a taxicab in Fairbanks during the winter, over a remote Alaska mountain range, climbing up the face of each ridge and diving down the backside while throwing a banana peel and other junk out his window. Luckily, my better half is a commercial pilot with over 6,000 hours. [/QUOTE]

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