Posted by Jacknet |
Nov 30, 2013 @ 12:02 PM | 1,471 Views
The wind seemed calm in my driveway but down at the field there was a noticeable stirring and above the trees it was kicking up about 5 - 7 kph. The two Champs flew well but with the same flight characteristics as usual ie: porpoising and spinning in turns but was able to maintain some altitude to avoid any contact. My mini- Super Cub was all crap. I tried the battery not fully charged and it just wouldn't gain any altitude like normal. Ended up crashing but not seriously. My UM Spit was practicing takeoff roll outs and when I felt the moment was right I gave her the gas. She took off pretty nicely but started drifting towards obstructions. Instead of giving her right rudder I inadvertently gave it right aileron and rolled it into the fence. Chalked it off as a typical novice error. On my Champ radios right rudder is the left stick. On the DX4 it's combined with the right throttle stick. Something I'm going to have to be aware of and practice more of. All in all a good flying day for the experience. Need to do some serious tuneup work on the Champs. Over and out.
Posted by Jacknet |
Nov 19, 2013 @ 12:20 PM | 1,535 Views
I don't know what it is about carnivorous trees. I have been in, on and around trees ever since I started flying. I have climbed, thrown rocks, hoisted poles and hired professional tree climbers to retrieve aircraft. Since the North Georgia mountains are National Forests I am stuck with always flying somewhere near trees. Yesterday was no exception. I was flying in a field that I have flown at for the past two months since taking up this torturous hobby. I slowly learned to stay away from the trees at the far end of the field. So when my plane started venturing over the near end of the field I knew I had to take evasive actions. But, alas it was too late. My Super Mini Cub was already at the mercy of the down drafts that possess the trees and having made a last ditch effort by thrusting upwards she was caught by yet another gust and was gone. Distances play tricks on the eyes and mind. Where I thought the plane went down was searched for hours, by my friend and I to no avail. Later that afternoon I got a call from my friend who was relating the story to his wife, who teaches at the school and said "Oh, little Johnny turned in a plane to the principles office today". "Might that be Jacks' plane". Now how many radio controlled aircraft appear on ones playground in the course of a week, a month a year no one can guess but I think it's safe to say this may be the first. Obviously I was eternally grateful to the wife and the little tyke who turned it in and he/she was rewarded handsomely.