February 2012
15 posts
My grandfather flew and was involved in aviation for 65 years of his life. He died at 72.
He had many great stories and tales, being a bush pilot. Frozen corpses, wheels up landings, search and rescues..
His favorite to tell, and mine to listen to went something like this:
I was flying for Steep Rock at the time, hadn’t been for long. They used to charter the mounties out to the Native...
men’s pants are getting so “slim” that my calves prevent me from getting them on.
